"Oh, if it's a make-believe game, I'll do it," said Laddie. "I guess my aunt won't care, as long as it isn't goin' to a fire."
"Then come on," answered Freddie.
One of the police patrol wagons, or, to be more correct, automobiles, stood near the curb not far from the front entrance to the hotel. It had brought several policemen to the scene of the fire, and was waiting to take them back.
As Freddie had said, the chauffeur on the front seat could not see what went on in the back of the wagon, for there was a high board against which he leaned. And there were two long seats, one on each side of the auto patrol, under which three children could easily hide if the police were not too particular in looking inside their wagon as hey rode back to the station house.
The three children hurried out into the hall and got in the elevator, which Laddie called to the floor by pressing the electric signal button.
"Am yo' all gwine far?" asked George, the colored elevator boy, as he shot up to the tenth floor and opened the door.
