"And you?
Of all the thundering big surprises.

But we've got you! Stop all nonsense and get in line to come along with us." It was the chief of police, backed by three of his men, whom Dick now faced.

They had thrown their lights on, too, so that there was now plenty of illumination.
Nor was this Chief Coy, one of Dick's old time friends, but Chief Simmons, a new man appointed only a few months before.
Chief Simmons was almost frantically anxious to catch the burglar or burglars, for their continued operations reflected upon his abilities as the new police chief.
All in a flash young Prescott took in the horrifying idea that Chief Simmons believed him to be the real burglar.
"But I-----" began Dick chokingly.
"Yes, you will!" retorted Chief Simmons.

"You can't put up any fight, and you can't make any denial." "I-----" "Take him, you men, and handcuff him." roared the chief.

"Then we'll go through the rest of the store, and see what we can learn." Dick drew back, with a shudder, as two of the officers came toward him, intent on carrying out their chief's order.
"You'd better submit, Prescott," warned the chief sternly.