“That one also,” was added sharply, and Hal Vincent pounced upon the other man in true official style. Pep heard what he took for signal whistles from the other members of the party, whom he noticed burrowing their way through the crowd as if fearing detection themselves and anxious to get out of the way as fast as they could.
“Go out and tell a couple of beach officers we need them, Pep,” spoke Vincent quickly. “This way,” he added to the New York officer, and led his prisoner into the living rooms.
Pep hurried on his mission and returned with the officers sent for. He advised Frank and Randy that “something was up” and made sure that the latter got started for the rear with his cash box. Then Pep closed and locked the front doors securely.
He stood there on guard until the two policemen and the officer from the city came out with their prisoners. They had handcuffed them together and the captives looked sullen but subdued.
“I won’t forget you,” spoke the officer from the city as Pep let the little group get out into the street.
“Oh, that’s all right,” replied Vincent. “We’re glad to have got through with the fellows without any row or publicity.”
“What have those men been doing, Mr. Vincent?” inquired Pep as the doors were again secured and they went back into the living rooms.
“Some big burglary in New York, the officer said,” explained the ventriloquist. “It seems he has been on their trail for a week. Located them at the Midway and traced them here to-night.”
“Get your broom, Randy,” ordered Pep, consulting his watch.
“What for?”