We shall put
those miserable wretches in their proper places. They--"
"We must not forget. Miss Guile, that we _were_ breaking the law,"
said Robin, who was beginning to enjoy the discomfiture of this
spoiled beauty, this girl whose word was a sort of law unto itself.
"It is perfect nonsense," she declared. "We did no harm. Goodness!
What is this?"
Four or five policemen on wheels passed by the car, each with a
forbidding glance through the windows.
"They are the boys we left behind us," paraphrased Robin soberly.
"The park policemen. They've just caught us up, and, believe me, they
look serious, too. I dare say we are in for it."
In a very few minutes the procession arrived at a low, formidable
looking building on a narrow side street. The cavalcade of policemen
dismounted and stood at attention while Mademoiselle and Monsieur got
down from the car and followed a polite person in uniform through the
doors. Whereupon the group of _sergents de ville_ trooped in behind,
bringing with them the neatly liveried servants with the golden letter
L on their cuffs.
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