TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
later the detective was astonished to find the outer hall deserted; he questioned a young policeman, who stated he had just come in and had seen no one; found the matron had been busy and knew nothing; dashed wildly into the street—no sign of the runaways. He returned in a state of white rage to heap abuse on the heads of his prisoners for putting up such a slick game on him. Without the kid to show, where was the case? Oh, they were a precious pair of young innocents, they were. So that was why they wanted to wait till morning. His flow of language and the bridegroom’s attitude of tense wrath might have ended in a physical encounter had not the captain of the station entered and carried them sternly off for explanations.
