Wayne shrugged his shoulders. “Was that all I did? It sounds pretty tame; I must be getting better--or worse.” He drew a cigarette from his case and struck a match before he remembered a rule that forbade smoking in office hours; then he found a cigar and chewed it unlighted. Joe eyed the littered desk reflectively. “Say, you’d better brush that off before the Colonel comes.” “Put that stuff out of sight,” commanded Wayne and tossed him his keys. “See here, Joe, I started Wednesday night and Thursday night I made a row on the Club steps, and you took me out to Rosedale in the machine and kept me there till you smuggled me in here this afternoon. That’s all right enough, but there was another chap in the row at the Club--I thought I was fighting the whole force, and you say there were two policemen there. There was another fellow besides the policemen.” “Forget it! Forget it!” grinned Denny, waving his hand airily. “The bases were full for a few minutes and a young gent came along and took our side against the cops, see? The two cops had us going some and this little chap blowing in out of a minor league rapped a two-bagger on the biggest cop’s chin. ‘You Mr. Craighill’s chauffeur?’ he says to me, sweet and gentle-like; and between us we picked you up and threw you into the machine and I cut for the tall, green hills. As the coal-oil lit up and she got in motion, I looked back, and our little friend that hit the cop was a handin’ the cop his card.” Craighill frowned fiercely with the effort of memory. “Who was this man that took my part? He must have followed me out of the Club.” “Nit; he was new talent; and listen--he was a Bible-barker.” “A minister?” “Sure. He wore his collar buttoned behind and a three-story vest. He wasn’t as tall as you or me but he was good and husky and he lined out three on the cop’s mug, snappy and zippy, like a triple-play in a tied game.” “A priest? It wasn’t Father Ryan?” “It wasn’t the father; it was new talent, I tell you. The gent who came up here to see you the night you broke loose. He was out looking for you Thursday night; guess he heard you were going some. And after he spiked the cop and we got off in the machine there he stood bowing and tipping his dice to the cops and handing ’em his card.” Light suddenly dawned upon Wayne. “Paddock; O Lord!” he ejaculated. A clock tinkled five on the mantel and Wayne’s manner changed. He pointed to the outer door. “You’d better clear out. Stop in the front office and tell Mr. Walsh I’m here, do you understand?” “Say, Mrs. Blair’s been lookin’ for you; she’s had the ’phone goin’ for two days. She flew in her machine to Rosedale to look for you but they were on and didn’t give it away. You better call her up.” “Yes, I’ll attend to it; clear out.”