"There is Porshinger--the man with his back to the railing!" said Lorraine. "Serve your warrant, Officer Burke." XIX THE ARREST The two were near enough for Porshinger to hear what Lorraine said, and his eyes suddenly narrowed like a snake's and took on a look as venomous. "Is this Mr. Porshinger--Charles J. Porshinger?" the constable inquired, with an important air, that was at the same time slightly apologetic. "Yes!" said Porshinger. The word was fairly bitten off. "I've a warrant here for you, sir," the constable continued. "For me!" Porshinger exclaimed. "What do you mean, fellow--do you know who I am?" "It don't make no difference to me who you are, sir. I'm doin' my duty, in the name of the law, and I'm arrestin' you because I've a warrant here what orders it." "Arresting me for what?" Porshinger demanded. "For assault and battery." "At whose instance?" Burke passed the warrant across. "This gentleman here is the prosecutor, I believe," he said. "Now come with me and see the magistrate. He'll fix the amount of bail." Porshinger took the warrant and read it. "So!" he sneered. "What do you think to gain by this business, Lorraine?" Lorraine ignored him. "The prisoner is in your hands, constable," he remarked. "I suggest you would better take him along--the magistrate is waiting. If he doesn't want to enter bail, take him to jail." "Take me to jail!--me to jail!" cried Porshinger. "That's where I'll have to take you unless you enter bail, or arrange with the magistrate. I've got nothin' to do but to take you, Mr. Porshinger," said Burke firmly. "Won't you take my word that I'll appear there before six o'clock and enter bail?" Porshinger demanded. "I'll take nothin' but you, sir. I must obey my warrant, and you've got to obey it too." "Do you know who I am?" said Porshinger again. "I know who you are, all right, but that don't make no difference to me, as I said before. I don't know nothin' about the merits of the case; whether you're guilty or innocent is none of my business. I'm executin' my warrant, and I'm a goin' to do it--so come along." "I suppose you'll at least let me telephone to my lawyer?" said Porshinger. "Sure, sir; if you do it at once, with me along with you." "Oh, certainly. I wouldn't lose the pleasure of your company!" mocked Porshinger. "And then you'll let me ride with you in my car to the magistrate's office?" "No, I won't," Burke smiled. "We'll go in Mr. Lorraine's car. You might forget to tell your buzz man where to stop." "My dear officer, do you know you're piling up a lot of trouble for yourself in the future?" "I don't know nothin' at present but my warrant, Mr. Porshinger--so come along and do your telephonin', and then let's be off. It's four o'clock now, and if the magistrate's office is closed, it's you to the jail in default of bail--understand?" "What!" cried Porshinger. "That's it," replied Burke.