"Maybe you don't know, smart guy," her companion growled, "that you're tangling with the law." He tapped his chest.
"Detective—eh?"
"Yeah," the girl cut in, "and don't forget to tell him about your phony stunt—kidnaping me across the state line without extradition papers."
Marlin studied them for a moment. He had no desire to run up against the law. But if this officer was out of his jurisdiction—
"I get it," he said. "You're pulling something shady—that's why you tried to make it on this back trail. All right, brother—take off the jewelry."
Grudgingly, the detective removed the handcuffs.
"Try any funny stuff," he observed, "and it'll go hard with the both of you. This is Sally Camino," he informed Marlin. "Wanted for workin' a con game. I can turn her over to the authorities here if I have to. Won't be no trouble to get extradition papers. I'm just tryin' to save the state money."
"What's your name?" demanded Marlin.
"Len McGruder. What you so nosey for?"
"Just getting acquainted. Mine's Dave Marlin. Come on, Sal. Any baggage?"