My name is Jones." Then, continuing his speech to Patsy Doyle, he said: "There is no need to consider the acoustic properties of our theatres, for the architect--" "Pardon me again," interrupted the man, more sternly.

"I am positive this is _not_ a case of mistaken identity.

We have ample proof that Jack Andrews is parading here, under the alias of 'A.

Jones.'" The boy regarded him with a puzzled expression.
"What insolence!" muttered Beth in an under-tone but audible enough to be distinctly heard.
The man flushed slightly and glanced at Le Drieux, who nodded his head.
Then he continued firmly: "In any event, sir, I have a warrant for your arrest, and I hope you will come with me quietly and so avoid a scene." The boy grew pale and then red.

His eyes narrowed as he stared fixedly at the officer.