Officer Connors heard a little of it, then decided: "The station house is the place to tell the rest of this.

Come along, Tip.

And you youngsters trail along behind." Though the station house was not far away, a good-sized crowd was trailing along by the time they reached the business stand of the police.

Tip was hustled in through the doorway, the three young freshmen following.

Leaning over the railing, smoking and chatting with the sergeant at the desk, was plain clothes man Hemingway.
"Hullo," muttered that latter officer, "what's this ?" "A slice out of one of your cases, I guess, Hemingway, from what I've heard," laughed Connors.