"
"That's too thin, my lad," said the policeman who seemed to be recognized
as the leader. "Everyone we've caught for speeding too fast since the war
began has blamed it on the war. We'll have to take you along, my boy. They
telephoned to us from places you passed--they said you were going so fast
it was dangerous. And we saw you ourselves."
In vain Harry pleaded. Now that he knew that Graves had used his
credentials from Colonel Throckmorton, he decided that it would be foolish
to claim his own identity. Graves had assumed that, and he had had the
practically conclusive advantage of striking the first blow. So Harry
decided to submit to the inevitable with the best grace he could muster.
"All right," he said. "I'll go along with you, officer. But you'll be sorry
before it's over!"
"Maybe, sir," said the policeman. "But orders is orders, sir, and I've got
to obey them. Not that I likes running a young gentleman like yourself in.
But--"
"Oh, I know you're only doing your duty, as you see it, officer," he said.
"Can't be helped--but I'm sorry. It's likely to cause a lot of trouble."
So he surrendered. But, even while he was doing so, he was planning to
escape from custody.
CHAPTER X
A GOOD WITNESS
Dick's surprise and concern when he found the cache empty and deserted,
with papers and motorcycles alike gone, may be imagined.
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