IV.

In five minutes I had donned my ordinary clothes again and, descending

through the pack of guests to the front door, found a four-wheeler

waiting, with Horrex inside and a policeman whom, as I guessed, he had

been drugging with strong waters for an hour past in some secluded chamber

of the house. The fellow was somnolent, and in sepulchral silence we

journeyed to Vine Street. There I chose to be conducted to the cell

alone, and Mr. Horrex, hearing my decision, said fervently, "May you be

rewarded for your goodness to me and mine!"

I discovered afterwards that he had a growing family of six dependent on

him, and think this must explain a gratefulness which puzzled me at the

time.

"He's quieter this last half-hour," said the police sergeant, unlocking

the cell and opening the door with extreme caution.

The light fell and my eyes rested on a sandy-haired youth with a receding

chin, a black eye, a crumpled shirt-front smeared with blood, and a

dress-suit split and soiled with much rolling in the dust.

"Friend of yours, sir, to bail you out," announced the sergeant.

"I have no friends," answered the prisoner in hollow tones. "Who's this

Johnny?"

"My name is Richardson," I began.

"From the Grampian Hills? Al' ri', old man; what can I do for you?"

"Well, if you've no objection, I've come to bail you out."

"Norra a bit of it. Go 'way: I want t'other Richardson, good old

larks-in-aspic! Sergeant--"

"Yessir."

"I protest--you hear?--protest in sacred name of law; case of mish--case

of mistaken 'dentity. Not this Richardson--take him away! Don't blame

you: common name. Richardson _I_ want has whiskers down to here,

tiddy-fol-ol; calls 'em 'Piccadilly weepers.' Can't mistake him.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again."

"Look here," said I, "just you listen to this; I'm Richardson, and I'm

here to bail you out."

"Can't do it, old man; mean well, no doubt, but can't do it. One man lead

a horse to the water--twenty can't bail him out. Go 'way and don't fuss."

I glanced at the sergeant. "You'll let me deal with him as I like?" I

asked.

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