Luis Kingsley made a gesture of acquiescence, and silently followed the lead of the officers.
While the entry was being made, Mauprat spoke aside to Kingsley.
"You had better bail me!" he said; "but failing in that, there is a message that I want you to take now—to-night, sure! There must be no mistake about that, for upon it more than you think depends. You must go to Miss Evelyn Chandler, and tell her what has happened to me. You must tell her that Liz and Leonie Cuyler are at my house alone, and that—I am afraid something will happen to them."
"Where is it that you live?"
"She knows," replied Ben, curtly, "and she will understand what I mean. Do you think that you can get me out to-night?"
"The chances are that I cannot, particularly as you resisted arrest."
"Well, don't let it be later than to-morrow. Be sure that you deliver the message at once, for upon it depends more than I can tell you. You promise?"
"I do. Give me the address."
It was given and jotted down in the Russia leather note-book that Luis Kingsley carried, while Ben Mauprat was locked up.
Mr. Kingsley made no very strenuous efforts to get bail accepted, but left the station-house after ascertaining the exact charges upon which Ben had been arrested. He lighted a cigar and walked leisurely down the street.