"I am Sanford Quest.

I must be taken at once to headquarters." "That so, Mr.Quest?
Stand on one side, you loafers," the man ordered, pushing his way out.
"We'll have a taxicab," Quest decided.
"Is there any one else in the house ?" the policeman asked.
"Not a soul," Quest answered.
They found a cab without much difficulty.

It was five o'clock when they reached the central police-station.

Inspector French happened to be just going off duty.

He recognized Quest with a little exclamation.
"Got your man to bring me here," Quest explained, "so as to get away from the mob." "Say, you've been in trouble!" the Inspector remarked, leading the way into his room.
"Bit of an explosion, that's all," Quest replied.