"'Tiz done," agreed the chauffeur, tucking away the bill, "on'y take a tip from a wise gink an' keep deep in the shadders. An' whin ye pinch your frind don't let him holler too loud." The yellow taxi was gone with a rush, leaving Gladwin to wonder at the amazingly shrewd guess of its pilot. "When I pinch me frind," he murmured. "'Twas just what I said to Phelan. Why"---- He was gazing after the taxicab when from the opposite direction there suddenly rolled into view a vast touring car with a familiar figure at the wheel, and alongside the familiar figure a very pretty girl. The car was barely rolling along, while its two occupants were talking earnestly, their heads as close together as was possible under the circumstances. "Johnny Parkinson, as I'm alive!" uttered Travers Gladwin. "Me old college chum, and as per usual--making love. Yis, me grinning chauffeur frind, here's where we make a pinch an' test Mme. Flynn's eyebrows. Officer, do your duty!" Out he stepped into the roadway and raised his nightstick. The big car came to a sudden stop and the two occupants stared angrily at the cause of the interruption. "I arrest yez in the name o' the law," cried Patrolman Gladwin, scowling so fiercely that one of the eyebrows was in danger. "What's that?" snorted the young aristocrat. "You're me pris'ner," said Gladwin, easily. "I arrest ye fer breaking the speed laws--racin' on the aven-oo." "It's an outrage!" cried the pretty passenger. "We were scarcely crawling, Johnny." "You must be joking, officer," said Johnny Parkinson, not very belligerently, for he had a bad record for speeding and wasn't sure that some earlier offense was not involved. "I'm not jokin'," replied Gladwin, walking to the door of the tonneau and opening it, "and ye'll oblige me by drivin' to the police station." He got in and lolled back cozily in the cushions. Johnny Parkinson let in the clutch and rolled northward. This was the strangest "pinch" of his experience and he didn't know just what to make of it. After he had gone a few blocks he turned on his captor-passenger and said: "Which station shall I drive to?--I'm sure there must be some mistake." "There's no mistake," responded Gladwin, fairly screaming with joy inside at the bewildered and frightened look of his friend. "As for police stations, take your pick. I ain't particular. Drive round the block a couple o' times an' make up your mind." Johnny Parkinson turned the first corner and then turned again into Madison avenue. Gladwin could hear the couple on the front seat whispering excitedly, the girl almost in hysterics. "You've simply got to do something, Johnny," she was saying. "You know if we get our names in the paper father will be furious. Remember what he said about the last time you were arrested for speeding." Running along Madison avenue, Johnny Parkinson slowed down, turned again to the uniform in the back seat and said tremulously: "Can't we compromise this, Officer? I"----