Cowed by the unexpected appearance of the law's
force, the quartette of rascals surrendered. There was a clicking of
handcuffs.
"Your chief thought I was crazy, or telling him fairy stories over the
telephone," laughed Captain Jack Benson. "Now, I guess--"
"I am the Chief of police," retorted the officer in authority. "I
thought that, if anything such as you described were happening in Colfax,
then I'd better come along myself to investigate. But now, perhaps you
can explain more than you did over the 'phone from the Somerset House?"
"I have the best of reasons," Jack replied, "for imagining that two of
my friends have disappeared by the same trick that was tried on me. If
that is so, I'm mighty anxious to find them as soon as possible."
"Do any of you scoundrels know where this young gentleman's friends are?"
demanded the chief, turning to glare at his prisoners, lined up along
the wall in the lower hallway. "The man that talks quickly now may get
off easier than the rest, later on."
"There's two boys bound and gagged in the sub-cellar of this place,"
spoke one of the two prisoners not in uniform.
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