with joy
inside at the bewildered and frightened look of his friend. "As for
police stations, take your pick. I ain't particular. Drive round the
block a couple o' times an' make up your mind."

Johnny Parkinson turned the first corner and then turned again into
Madison avenue. Gladwin could hear the couple on the front seat
whispering excitedly, the girl almost in hysterics.

"You've simply got to do something, Johnny," she was saying. "You know
if we get our names in the paper father will be furious. Remember what
he said about the last time you were arrested for speeding."

Running along Madison avenue, Johnny Parkinson slowed down, turned
again to the uniform in the back seat and said tremulously:

"Can't we compromise this, Officer? I"----

"Not on the aven-oo, Mr. Parkinson. You've got too bad a record. But
if ye'll run the machine over into Central Park where there ain't so
many sergeants roamin' round we might effict a sittlemint."

A smile of great gladness illuminated the features of Johnny
Parkinson. He let in the clutch with a bang and it was only a matter
of seconds before the ninety horsepower car glided in through the
Seventy-second street entrance to Central Park and swung into the dark
reaches of the East Drive. Slowing down again the young man at the
wheel turned and said anxiously:

"The smallest I've got is a century and I really need some of that."

"That's aisy," rejoined Gladwin. "Sure'n I change hundred dollar bills
ivry day. Slip me the paper an' here's a fifty, which is lettin' ye
off aisy, seein' ye're an ould offinder."

The transfer of bills was made swiftly, whereupon Gladwin commanded:

"Now run me back to me peg post an' drop me off, on'y take it slow an'
gradual or I might have to pinch yez again."

A few minutes later Gladwin heard the young girl say passionately:

"Oh, Johnny, how could you give him the money? He's no better than a
thief. I hope you've taken his number."

"It wouldn't do any good, dearest," said Johnny, sadly. "They're all
in together and I'd only get the worst of it. But did you notice,
Phyllis, that he looks a lot like Travers Gladwin?"

"Impossible!" retorted the girl. "Travers Gladwin is good looking, and
this man's nothing but an Irish monster."

The girl was about to speak again when she was sure she heard muffled
laughter behind her. Then the car sped on into the avenue and just
missed colliding with a Fifth avenue motor 'bus. Officer 666 was pu