Lamont sprinted down the street. He turned to flash an apprehensive glance over his shoulder, and so did not see the figure of Sid Bentley as it slid out from the shadows.
There was a thud, a tangled mass of arms and legs, and then Bentley, sitting up on the sidewalk, said: “I got him for you, officer.”
The plainclothesman ran up and grabbed Lamont by the collar. He jerked him to his feet, then said to Bentley: “That was fine work. I’m glad you stopped him.”
“No trouble at all,” Bentley said.
The officer said: “Come on back with me, and I’ll give you a courtesy card which may help you out some time.”
Bentley’s eyes glistened. “Now, that’ll be right nice of you, officer.”
The officer pushed the reluctant Lamont back toward the little group which had, by this time, became a small, curious crowd. “Here he is, Sergeant,” he said.
Sergeant Ackley said irritably: “All right, Lamont. You’d better come clean.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lamont said.
Sergeant Ackley laughed. “Come on, Lamont, the jig’s up. You killed George Navin and got that ruby. Lester Leith hijacked it from you. Now, if you’ll give us the facts, you won’t be any worse off for it.”
Lamont said: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I... I took the custody of the ruby because—”
“Careful, Lamont,” Lester Leith said sharply. “Don’t put your neck in a noose.”
Sergeant Ackley turned and slapped Leith across the mouth. “Keep your trap shut,” he said, and to the plainclothes officer: “Go ahead and search him.”
“Oh, no,” Lamont shouted. “You can’t do it. Navin gave it to me to keep for him. I was going to turn it over to the estate.”
“Gave you what?” Sergeant Ackley asked.
“The ruby.”
Ackley said: “Go head, Lamont, tell the truth. You took the ruby, and then Lester Leith took it from you.”
Lamont shook his head.
Sergeant Ackley ran his hands over Leith’s coat. Abruptly he shot his hand into Leith’s inside pocket and pulled out a chamois-skin bag. He reached inside of that bag, and the spectators gasped as the rays from the street light were reflected from a blood-red blob of brilliance.
“There it is,” Sergeant Ackley said gloatingly.
Lamont stared, clapped his own hand to his breast pocket, became suddenly silent.
Sergeant Ackley said triumphantly to the crowd: “That’s the way we work, folks. Give the crooks rope enough, and they hang themselves. You’ll read about it in the paper tomorrow morning. Sergeant Arthur Ackley solves the Navin murder, and at the same time traps a crook who’s trying to hijack the East Indian ruby. All right, boys. We’re going to the station.”
Leith said: “Sergeant, you’re making a—”
“Shut up,” Ackley said savagely. “I’ve been laying for you for a long time, and now I’ve got you.”
Dixie Dormley said indignantly: “I think it’s an outrage. You’ve struck this man when he was handcuffed. You won’t let him explain.”
“Shut up,” Ackley growled, “or I’ll take you too.”
Dixie Dormley fastened glistening, defiant eyes on Sergeant Ackley. “Try to keep me from going,” she said. “I’m going to be right there, and complain about your brutality.”
Sid Bentley sidled up to the plainclothes officer. “The name’s Bentley, Sid Bentley. If you wouldn’t mind giving me that card.”
The officer nodded, pulled a card from his pocket, and scribbled on it.
“What are you doing?” Sergeant Ackley asked.
“Giving this man a courtesy card. He caught Lamont — stopped him when he was running away.”
Sergeant Ackley was in a particularly expansive mood. “Here,” he said, “I’ll give him one, too.”
Sid Bentley took the cards. He stared for a long, dubious moment at Lester Leith, then said: “Gentlemen, I thank you very much. It was a pleasure to help you. Good night.”
A police car sirened its way to the curb. Sergeant Ackley loaded his prisoners into the car, and they made a quick run to headquarters with Dixie Dormley, white-faced and determined, following in a taxicab.
Sergeant Ackley said to the desk sergeant: “Well, let’s get the boys from the press in here. I’ve solved the Navin murder, recovered the ruby, and caught a hijacker red-handed.”
Dixie Dormley said: “And he’s been guilty of unnecessary brutality.”
One of the reporters from the press room came sauntering in. “What you got, Sergeant?” he asked.
Sergeant Ackley said: “I’ve solved the Navin murder.”
“Hot dog,” the newspaperman said.
The desk sergeant said dubiously: “Sergeant, did you take a good look at this ruby?”
Sergeant Ackley said: “I don’t have to. I had the thing all doped out. I knew where it was, and how to get it. That ruby is worth a fortune. There’ll be a reward for that, and—”
“There won’t be any reward for this,” the desk sergeant said, “unless I’m making a big mistake. This is a nice piece of red glass. You see, I know something about gems, Sergeant. I was on the jewelry detail for—”
Sergeant Ackley’s jaw sagged. “You mean that isn’t a real ruby?”
Lester Leith said to the desk sergeant: “If you’ll permit me, I can explain. This was an imitation which I had made. It’s rather a good imitation — it cost me fifty dollars. I gave it to a young man who wanted to be a detective to keep for me. His pocket was picked. Naturally, he was very much chagrined. I wanted to get the property returned, so I discreetly offered a reward. The property was returned earlier this evening. What I say can be established by absolute proof.”
Sergeant Ackley’s eyes were riveted on the red stone. “You didn’t get this from Lamont?” he asked.
“Certainly not. Lamont will tell you that I didn’t.”
Lamont said: “I’ve never seen that before in my life.”
“Then where’s the real ruby?” Sergeant Ackley asked.
Lamont took a deep breath. “I haven’t the least idea.”
“What were you running away for?”
“Probably because of the manner in which you tried to make your arrest,” Lester Leith interposed. “You didn’t tell him you were an officer. You simply yelled, ‘Get him,’ and your man started for him with—”
“No such thing!” Sergeant Ackley interrupted.
“That’s exactly what happened,” Dixie Dormley said indignantly.
The desk sergeant said to Lester Leith: “Why didn’t you tell him this was an imitation?”
Dixie Dormley said: “He tried to, and Sergeant Ackley slapped him across the mouth.”
Sergeant Ackley blinked his eyes rapidly, then said: “I didn’t do any such thing. I didn’t touch the man.”
Dixie Dormley said: “I thought you’d try to lie out of it. I have the names of a dozen witnesses who feel the same way I do about police brutality, and will join me in making a complaint.”
Ackley said savagely: “Give me the list of those witnesses.”
Dixie Dormley threw back her head and laughed in his face.
The sergeant said: “You know how the chief feels about that, Sergeant.”
Lester Leith said quietly: “I’d like to call up my valet. He can come down here and identify that imitation ruby. It’s one which he had made.”
The desk sergeant reached for the telephone, but Sergeant Ackley stopped him. “I happen to know there was an imitation ruby made,” he said, “if you’re sure this is imitation.”
The desk sergeant said: “There’s no doubt about it.”
Sergeant Ackley fitted a key to the handcuffs, unlocked them, said to Lester Leith: “You’re getting off lucky this time. I don’t know how you did it.”
Leith said, with dignity: “You simply went off halfcocked, Sergeant. I wouldn’t have held it against you if you’d given me a chance to explain, but you struck me when I tried to tell you that the gem you had was an imitation, that it was my property, that I have a bill of sale for it.”