Ira caught a cab to the Armed Constabulary depot in Mount Cook. He marched Jim into the building, which contained the cells. The duty constable greeted Ira warmly.

"I heard you were in town, Ira. Good to see ya," said Constable Ben Timmons.

"Likewise, Ben. How's everything?"

"Normal stuff, nothing exciting," replied Ben, who was appraising the sullen prisoner.

"Ben, I need you to hold this gentleman for me. He says his name is Jim. Please keep ...