n if I didn't go to college!"

As the chauffeur disappeared around the corner, after taking a look
toward the steps up which Burke had carried his unconscious burden, the
policeman put Lorna down inside the vestibule.

"Now, this is a dangerous game. It means disgrace if I get caught; but
it means a pair of broken hearts if this poor girl gets caught," he
thought. "I'll risk nobody coming, and run for another taxi."

He hastened down the steps and walked around the corner, hurrying
toward a big hotel which stood not far from Broadway. Here he found
another taxicab.

"There's a young lady sick at the house of one of my friends, and I'm
taking her home," said Burke to the driver. "Hurry up, please."

The second automobile sped over the street to the house where Burke had
left the girl, and the officer hurried up the steps. He soon
reappeared with Lorna in his arms, walked calmly down the steps, and
put her into the car.

This time he gave the correct home address, and the taxicab rumbled
along on the last stretch of the race.

They passed the first car, whose driver was already planning the ways
to spend the money which he was to make by a little scientific
blackmail.

He was destined to a long wait in front of the brownstone mansion.

After nearly an hour he decided to take things into his own hands.

"I'll get a little now," he muttered with an accompaniment of
profanity. "That guy can't stall me."

After ringing the bell for several minutes a very angry caretaker came
to the door.

"What do you want, my man?" cried this individual in unmistakable
British accents. "Dash your blooming impudence in waking me up at this
time in the morning."

"I want to get my taxicab fare from the gent that brought the lady here
drunk!" declared the chauffeur. "Are you her father?"

The caretaker shook a fist in his face as he snapped back:

"I'm nobody's father. There ain't no gent nor drunk lady here. I'm
alone in this house, and my master and missus is at Palm Beach. If you
don't get away from here I'm going to call the police."

With that he slammed the door in the face of the astounded chauffeur
and turned out the light in the hall.

The taxi driver walked down the steps slowly.

"Well, that's a new game on me!" he grunted. "There's a new gang
working this town as sure as I'm alive. I'm going down and put the
starter wise."

Down he went, to face a cross-examination from the starter, and an
accou