He took me up inter yer father's office, an' asked me whether I'd let _him_ explore my clothes, or whether I'd rather have a policeman called in.

He 'splained that, if he had to call the poor man's cop, I'd have to be arrested for fair.

So I let him go through my clothes.

He found four five-spots on me, and told me I'd better wait an' see yer father.

So I'm here, an' not particular a bit about having to go up to the penitentiary for another stretch." "It hasn't been necessary, Fred, to question Scammon very far," broke in the elder Ripley.