The fellow looked as though he would have fought had there been any chance to draw a weapon.

But he was gazing straight into the muzzle of the police chief's weapon.
An instant later both prisoners had been handcuffed, and a pistol had been taken from the clothing of each.

From the junkman, too, had been taken a ring of keys.
"One of these fit your door ?" demanded Simmons.
"Yes," growled the scowling one.

"The long key." "Bring the prisoners along, Delmar," ordered the chief.

"I'll lock up here.