The Make-Believe Man
indignantly.     

       “You did very wrong,” I cried; “you had no right! You may involve us both most unpleasantly.”      

       “You are not involved in any way,” protested Kinney. “As soon as we reach New Bedford you can slip on shore and wait for me at the hotel. When I’ve finished with these gentlemen, I’ll join you.”      

       “Finished with them!” I exclaimed. “What do you mean to do to them?”      

       “Arrest them!” cried Kinney sternly, “as soon as they step upon the       wharf!”      

       “You can’t do it!” I gasped.     

       “I HAVE done it!” answered Kinney. “It’s good as done. I have notified the chief of police at New Bedford,” he declared proudly, “to meet me at the wharf. I used the wireless. Here is my message.”      

       From his pocket he produced a paper and, with great importance, read aloud: “Meet me at wharf on arrival steamer Patience. Two well-known criminals on board escaping New York police. Will personally lay charges against them.—Forbes Kinney.”      

       As soon as I could recover from my surprise, I made violent protest. I pointed out to Kinney that his conduct was outrageous, that in making such serious charges, on such evidence, he would lay himself open to punishment.     

       He was not in the least dismayed.     

       “I take it then,” he said importantly, “that you do not wish to appear against them?”      

       “I don’t wish to appear in it at all!” I cried. “You’ve no right to annoy that young lady. You must wire the police you are mistaken.”      

       “I have no desire to arrest the woman,” said Kinney stiffly. “In my message I did not mention HER. If you want an adventure of your own, you might help her to escape while I arrest her accomplices.”      

       “I object,” I cried, “to your applying the word ‘accomplice’ to that young lady. And suppose they ARE criminals,” I demanded, “how will arresting them help you?”      

       Kinney’s eyes flashed with excitement.     

       “Think of the newspapers,” he cried; 
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