Folks were used to seeing the High School reporter of "The Blade" walking with this policeman-detective.

The few who really did notice merely wondered why Dick Prescott was not on his way to the Tottenville gridiron today.
When Hemingway and his prisoner reached the court room there were only two or three loungers there, for it was still some minutes before the time for the assembling of the court.
Presently Bert Dodge and his friend, Bayliss, dropped in.

They glanced at the young left end with no attempt to conceal their feelings of triumph.

Bert looked much the worse for wear.
Dick returned their looks coolly, but without defiance.

He was angry only that he should have been cheated of his right to play in that big game.
Then in came the elder Dodge, only just back from a sanitarium.
Beside him walked Lawyer Ripley, who immediately came over to Dick, just before Herr Schimelpodt and Dick's father entered the room hastily.
"Prescott," began the old lawyer, sitting down beside the young player, and speaking in a low tone, "I've just been called into this matter, as I'm the Dodge family lawyer.