ed
to make his wife.

"I'll ride close alongside, to make sure there's no unpleasant conduct
toward Miss Huston," volunteered Mr. Abercrombie.

Jack Benson again climbed to the cab box.

"You know I have the pistol," muttered Jack, showing the driver the
weapon. "There's no need to ride through the town with the weapon in
my hand. But, if you try to cut up any tantrums, you may be sure
you'll find your own wrists inside of handcuffs."

"I know when I ain't got no show at all," growled the sullen driver.

"Drive ahead, then--into Washington, and straight to police
headquarters."

Lieutenant Abercrombie, R.N., jogged his own mount steadily alongside,
so that he could at all times command a view of the interior.

Millard--Donald Graves--would have opened some conversation with
Daisy Huston, but the disdainful girl cut him short.

As the cab rolled into the busier streets of Washington Lieutenant
Abercrombie drew a little further away from the cab, in order not to
attract attention, though he still remained actively on guard.

The prisoner's manacled hands did not show to the people passing on the
sidewalks.

So, altogether, no passersby thought to turn to look after the cab.

Just as the little procession turned a street corner to drive direct
to the door of police headquarters, Abercrombie waved a hand carelessly
to three pedestrians on the sidewalk.

"Abercrombie!" cried Lieutenant Ulwin. "And there's Benson on the box
of that hack!"

"Come right along into headquarters," whispered Abercrombie. "Don't
make any noise."

Wondering until they were fairly agape, Ulwin, Hal and Eph drew up at
the cab door as Jack, after only a brief nod to them, opened the door
and handed out Miss Daisy Huston.

Lieutenant Abercrombie, having given his horse to a boy down the street
to hold, now came forward, raising his hat, to take charge of the
young lady.

"Come along, Millard," called Jack Benson, quietly, and the prisoner
got out, while the British officer stepped down the street with his
fair companion to find another carriage in which she could return home.

Inside Jack marched his prisoner up to the railing in one of the rooms.
The young naval officer at once produced his credentials and displayed
them to the police official in charge.

"Now, with your permission, sir," Jack went on, courteously, "I will
use your telephone, and inform the Navy Department of the prisoner who
awaits their action here."

Fi