Ben turned, even pinioned as he was, to show fight, but a single blow from the club was all that he required.
The officer jerked him to the window, and throwing it up, put his head out and blew his whistle shrilly.
With one hand grasping his club firmly and the other Ben's collar, he waited.
It did not require many minutes until the call for help was answered and the other officer who had been summoned came up-stairs.
"I did not want to risk an escape," the first man said by way of explanation. "He is one of the toughest customers that I have come across in many a day."
With one on either side they were leading him away, when Ben turned to Liz.
"You have escaped me this time," he said savagely, "but I will have my revenge, if I am forced to break through prison walls to get it. And as for you"—turning to Leonie——
"Shut up!" commanded the officer. Then to the two women: "You need not be afraid. He'll get a good long spell for this, and when he gets out he won't be so fond of this sort of thing. You need not let it worry you in the least degree. Now come on, and mind you step quickly."
The handling that he received was not of the gentlest, and as the officer closed the door behind him Liz crept up and touched Leonie gently.
"What are we to do?" she gasped.