"He's a liar!" Don shouted. "Watch him! He might be armed--don't let him get away from you!" The law surrounded us. "Here's my weapon," said Don. "Bob, give up your revolver." In the turmoil Don plucked the policeman aside. "I'm nephew of the Honorable Arthur Dorrance. Take us to your chief. I made that uproar to catch that big fellow." The name of the Honorable Arthur Dorrance was magic. The policeman stared at our giant captive who now was surrounded by the soldiers. "But I say--" "Take us all in and send for Mr. Dorrance. He's at the Government House." "But I say--That big blighter--" "We think he's one of the ghosts!" Don whispered. "Oh, my Gawd!" With the crowd following us we were hurried away to the police station nearby. * * * * * The sergeant said, "The Chief will be here in a few minutes. And we've sent for Mr. Dorrance." "Good enough, Brown." It chanced that Don knew this sergeant very well. "Did you search the fellow?" "Yes. No weapon in his clothes." I whispered, "I saw a wire under his collar." "Sh! No use telling that now, Bob." I realized it. These policemen were frightened enough at our captive. Don added, "Before my uncle and the Chief arrive, let me have a talk with that fellow, will you?" They had locked him up; and in the excitement of our arrival at the station both Don and I had completely forgotten the wire we had seen at his collar. But we remembered it now, and the same thought occurred to both of us. We had locked up this mysterious enemy, but would the prison bars hold him? "Good Lord!" Don exclaimed. "Bob, those wires--Sergeant, we shouldn't have left that fellow alone! Is he alone! Come on!" With the frightened mystified sergeant leading us we dashed along the little white corridor to the windowless cell in which the giant was confined. At the cell-door a group of soldiers lounged in the corridor. "Smooth talker, that fellow." "Gor blime me, who is he?" We arrived with a rush. "Is he in there?" Don shouted. "Open the door, you fellows! See here, you watch him--we've got to get his clothes off. He's got some mechanism--wires and things underneath his clothes!" "Get out of the way!" ordered the sergeant. "I'll open it!" There was silence from behind the door. The prisoner had been in the cell no more than a minute or two. * * * * * We burst open the door. The cell was dimly illumined. The figure of the giant stood backed in its further corner. But at the sight of him we all stood transfixed with horror. His shoes, trousers, shirt, jacket and cap lay in a little pile at his feet. He stood revealed in the short tight-fitting silvery garments. The wires were looped about his arms and legs and he had pulled a mesh of them over his head in lieu of a helmet.