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He wanted to renig while the renigging was good. What in hell had Froelich ever done for him, anyhow? A few measly pieces of roast! When Hogan returned home that evening with the little Hogans from the movies he found the cop waiting for him outside his door. "Look here," Delany whispered, "I'm going to can this here Mathusek window case.
"And the view of your department, Captain Clancey, is that it's useless for us to detain Mr. Froelich?" "Absolutely useless. I can swear to it. As I told you, I don't know him well, but I know all about him, and I am satisfied of his complete innocence, and that he is entirely unaware of Madame de Corantin's objects and activities." "Then what do you propose that we should do, Captain Clancey?"
Tony was arraigned at the bar, and, having given his age as sixteen years and five days, charged with the "malicious destruction of property, to wit, a plate-glass window of one Karl Froelich, of the value of one hundred and fifty dollars." Mr. Joey Simpkins had shouldered his way through the smelly push and taken his stand beside the bewildered and half-fainting boy. "It's all right, kid.
"For Madame de Corantin, you said, sir?" "Yes," said Bobby. "Madame de Corantin left early this afternoon, Mr. Froelich." For a moment Bobby was speechless. "Left?" he gasped. "Are you sure?" "I'm perfectly certain, sir." "But surely she is coming back again, isn't she? Why, I'm lunching with her to-morrow." The porter looked at him in surprise.
Unfortunately Tony too was wearing a red sweater. "I've got you, you young devil!" exulted Delany. "Here's one of 'em, Froelich!" "Dot's him! It was a feller mit a red sweater! Dot's the vun who done it!" shrieked the butcher. "I vill make a gomblaint against him!" "Come along, you! Quit yer kickin'!" ordered the cop, twisting Tony's thin arm until he writhed. "You'll identify him, Froelich?"
Froelich." "Oh, please don't call me 'Mr. Froelich'; couldn't you manage to say 'Bobby' at least once before Ramsey appears?" Madame de Corantin broke into that catching laugh of hers. "Very well then, 'Bobby, my friend, I am going to trust to your discretion by telling you my little story. I was once travelling on a ship going to America at that time I was very unhappy. I was quite alone.
"Besides, we shall want to produce witnesses. Make it to-morrow afternoon, judge." Judge Harrison leaned forward. "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer to have the hearing now?" he inquired with a smile at the trembling boy. "Well, I want to get Froelich here if you're going to proceed now," spoke up Delany. "And I'd like to look up this defendant's record at headquarters." Tony quailed.
His name is Froelich, but he isn't a Dutchman. Ever meet him up there?" "I think not." "Come on, you'll like him." Clyde led his companion toward a table, chattering as they went. "Y' know, I'm democratic myself, and I'm fond of these rough fellows. I'd like to go out to Nebraska " "Alaska." " and punch cows and shoot a pistol and yell. I'm really tremendously rough. Here he is! Mr.
Froelich in, Inspector Groombridge, and, by the way, I hope you have treated him with courtesy." The inspector cleared his throat. "Oh, I think so, sir. Of course, it's rather difficult in these cases to make a gentleman comfortable, but I gave him a shake-down in my own private room for the night and sent a man for his toilet things and so on in the morning."
And Tony looked to him like a poor runt, Simpkins and Delany were both rascals, Froelich wasn't in court, and he sensed a nigger somewhere. He would have turned Tony out on the run had he had any excuse. He hadn't, but he tried. "Would you like an immediate hearing?" he asked Tony in an encouraging tone. "Mr. Hogan can't be here until to-morrow morning," interposed Simpkins.
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