"Come, come," said the policeman, "there's no use of this. I am afraid you will have to come with us, sir."
They took him in charge, and the irate wife then turned like a tigress on the heavily veiled woman who was with him.
"No wonder you are ashamed to show your face," she cried.
"Come, come," said the policeman, "come, come." And they managed to induce her to say no more.
"Madam," said young Montague to the speechless 'dragon," "I want to ask your permission to allow me to carry Miss Fleming's hand-baggage ashore."
"How dare you speak to me, sir!" she answered.
"Because," he said, in a low voice, "I thought perhaps you wouldn't like an account of this affair to go to the Boston newspapers. I'm a newspaper man, you see," he added, with unblushing mendacity. Then, turning to Miss Fleming, he said, "Won't you allow me to carry this for you?"
Miss Fleming surrendered the natty little handbag she had with her, and smiled. The "dragon" made no objection.
