"I see that you have a radio set here," remarked Mr. Brandon, seating
himself and looking around the room.
"Y-y-y-yes," stuttered the man. "W-what about it?"
The inspector threw back his coat and showed his badge. At the sight
of this symbol of authority the man gave a violent start.
"I happen to be a radio telephone inspector," explained Mr. Brandon.
"O-oh," said the man, visibly relieved that it was no worse. "W-why
do you want to see me?"
"Because you've been violating the government regulations," replied
the inspector sternly. "There have been a number of complaints
against you, and you've got yourself into serious trouble."
As he spoke he crossed his legs, which was the sign agreed on, and
unseen by the man who during this conversation had had his back toward
the boys, Bob tiptoed out to the street and beckoned to Miss Berwick
and her lawyer, who followed him promptly and softly into the room.
"I'm s-s-sorry," the man was saying at the moment. "I d-d-d-didn't
mean--"
Just then Bob slammed the door shut with a bang. The man jumped,
and as he turned about came face to face with Miss Berwick, who
stood regarding him with a look of scorn.
So startled was the man that his glasses dropped from his nose and
he had to grasp a chair to hold himself steady. His face turned a
greenish hue and rank fright came into his narrow eyes.
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