"
Jack assisted Daisy Huston, with the utmost deference, to a seat inside
the vehicle. Then he turned to motion to handcuffed Millard--or
Graves--that he was to take the seat beside the woman he had hoped
to make his wife.
"I'll ride close alongside, to make sure there's no unpleasant conduct
toward Miss Huston," volunteered Mr. Abercrombie.
Jack Benson again climbed to the cab box.
"You know I have the pistol," muttered Jack, showing the driver the
weapon. "There's no need to ride through the town with the weapon in
my hand. But, if you try to cut up any tantrums, you may be sure
you'll find your own wrists inside of handcuffs."
"I know when I ain't got no show at all," growled the sullen driver.
"Drive ahead, then--into Washington, and straight to police
headquarters."
Lieutenant Abercrombie, R.N., jogged his own mount steadily alongside,
so that he could at all times command a view of the interior.
Millard--Donald Graves--would have opened some conversation with
Daisy Huston, but the disdainful girl cut him short.
As the cab rolled into the busier streets of Washington Lieutenant
Abercrombie drew a little further away from the cab, in order not to
attract attention, though he still remained actively on guard.
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