y got off the trolley car and entered the police station. Behind the desk sat
the sergeant, a man named Riley, well known to Bob. The detective led his prisoner
up to the rail.
"I want you to take care of this man for me, Sergeant," he said,
at the same time displaying his badge.
"Certainly," said Sergeant Riley quickly. "Here, Donovan,"
he called to a policeman standing near by. "Take this man and lock him
up."
Officer Donovan beckoned to the German who was standing sullenly by the side
of the policeman; his face was white and his eyes gleamed wickedly while he
opened and closed his hands nervously. He even started to protest, but before
he could say anything Sergeant Riley quickly silenced him. Without further ado
he joined the policeman, and together they disappeared through the door leading
out to the room where the cells were located.
Satisfied that his prisoner was taken in charge, the secret service agent turned
and without further ado left the building.
Bob was much
