Said Abell: "I am an attorney."
"The hell you are!" said the other. "I thought you were an opery
singer."
"I'm a practicing attorney," said Abell, "and I represent the man
you have arrested. I presume I have a right to enter."
"And I am a prospective bondsman," I stated, with sudden
inspiration. "So let me in also."
We entered, and the policeman led his prisoner to the sergeant at
the desk. The latter asked the charge, and was told, "Disturbing the
peace and blocking traffic."
"Now, sergeant," said I, "this is preposterous. All this prisoner
did was to try to stop a mob from destroying property."
"You can tell all that to the magistrate in the morning," said the
sergeant.
"What is the bail?" I demanded.
"You are prepared to put up bail?"
I answered that I was; and then for the first time Carpenter spoke.
"You mean you wish to pay money to secure my release? Let there be
no money paid for me."
"Let me explain, Mr. Carpenter," I pleaded. "You will accomplish
nothing by spending the night in a police cell.
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