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 Chapter 7 Lab
Arrays

Lab Objectives
 Be able to declare and instantiate arrays
 Be able to fill an array using a for loop
 Be able to access and process data in an array
 Be able to write a sorting method
 Be able to use an array of objects

Introduction
Everyone is familiar with a list. We make shopping lists, to-do lists, assignment lists,
birthday lists, etc. Notice that though there may be many items on the list, we call the list
by one name. That is the idea of the array, one name for a list of related items. In this
lab, we will work with lists in the form of an array.

It will start out simple with a list of numbers. We will learn how to process the contents
of an array. We will also explore sorting algorithms, using the selection sort. We will
then move onto more complicated arrays, arrays that contain objects.

Task #1 Average Class

Create a class called Average according to the UML diagram.

Average
-data [ ] :int
-mean: double
+Average( ):
+calculateMean( ): void
+toString( ): String
+selectionSort( ): void

This class will allow a user to enter 5 scores into an array. It will then rearrange the data
in descending order and calculate the mean for the data set.

Attributes:
 data[]— the array which will contain the scores
 mean — the arithmetic average of the scores
Methods:
 Average –the constructor. It will allocate memory for the array. Use a for loop
to repeatedly display a prompt for the user which should indicate that user should

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 enter score number 1, score number 2, etc. Note: The computer starts counting
with 0, but people start counting with 1, and your prompt should account for this.
For example, when the user enters score number 1, it will be stored in indexed
variable 0. The constructor will then call the selectionSort and the
calculateMean methods.
 calculateMean – this is a method that uses a for loop to access each score in
the array and add it to a running total. The total divided by the number of scores
(use the length of the array), and the result is stored into mean.
 toString— returns a String containing data in descending order and the mean.
 selectionSort—this method uses the selection sort algorithm to rearrange
the data set from highest to lowest.

Task #2 Average Driver

1. Create an AverageDriver class. This class only contains the main method.
The main method should declare and instantiate an Average object. The Average
object information should then be printed to the console.

2. Compile, debug, and run the program. It should output the data set from highest
to lowest and the mean. Compare the computer’s output to your hand calculation
using a calculator. If they are not the same, do not continue until you correct your
code.

Task #3 Arrays of Objects

1. Copy the files Song.java (code listing 7.1), CompactDisc.java (code listing 7.2)
and Classics.txt (code listing 7.3) from the Student CD or as directed by your
instructor. Song.java is complete and will not be edited. Classics.txt is the data
file that will be used by CompactDisc.java, the file you will be editing.
2. In CompactDisc.java, there are comments indicating where the missing code is to
be placed. Declare an array of Songs, called cd, to be of size 6.
3. Fill the array by creating a new song with the title and artist and storing it in the
appropriate position in the array.
4. Print the contents of the array to the console.
5. Compile, debug, and run. Your output should be as follows:
Contents of Classics
Ode to Joy by Bach
The Sleeping Beauty by Tchaikovsky
Lullaby by Brahms
Canon by Bach
Symphony No. 5 by Beethoven
The Blue Danube Waltz by Strauss

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Code Listing 7.1 (Song.java)
/*This program represents a song*/
public class Song
{
/**The title of the song*/
private String title;
/**The artist who sings the song*/
private String artist;

/**constructor
@param title The title of the song
@param artist The artist who sings the song*/
public Song(String title, String artist)
{
this.title = title;
this.artist = artist;
}

/**toString method returns a description of the song

@return a String containing the name of the song and the artist*/
public String toString()
{
return title + " by " + artist + "\n";
}
}

Code Listing 7.2 (CompactDisc.java)

/*This program creates a list of songs for a CD by reading from a file*/
import java.io.*;

public class CompactDisc

{
public static void main(String [] args) throws IOException
{
FileReader file = new FileReader("Classics.txt");
BufferedReader input = new BufferedReader(file);
String title;
String artist;

//Declare an array of songs, called cd, of size 6

for (int i = 0; i < cd.length; i++)

{
title = input.readLine();

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 artist = input.readLine();
// fill the array by creating a new song with
// the title and artist and storing it in the
// appropriate position in the array
}

System.out.println("Contents of Classics:");
for (int i = 0; i < cd.length; i++)
{
//print the contents of the array to the console
}
}
}

Code Listing 7.3 (Classics.txt)

Ode to Joy
Bach
The Sleeping Beauty
Tchaikovsky
Lullaby
Brahms
Canon
Bach
Symphony No. 5
Beethoven
The Blue Danube Waltz
Strauss

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The Battleship Boys in Foreign
Service
OR
Earning New Ratings in European
Seas
By FRANK GEE PATCHIN
Illustrated
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"Hip, Hip, Hooray!" Yelled Dan.
 CONTENTS
Chapter Page
I. Battleship Boys to the Rescue 7
II. A Serious Charge 20
III. Ambassadors on Their Trail 32
IV. Ice Cream Comes High 42
V. A Plunge Into Society 52
VI. Stranded in a Strange City 59
VII. Under the Flag Once More 66
VIII. His First Command 74
IX. Rounding Up the Stragglers 83
X. Outwitted by a Boy 95
XI. Between Sky and Sea 106
XII. In the Coils of a "Twister" 118
XIII. Two Are Missing 127
XIV. Down the Ammunition Hoist 136
XV. Land Ho! 146
XVII. On Gibraltar's Peak 154
XVII. On the Blue Mediterranean 167
XVIII. Jolly Tars in Egypt 178
XIX. On the Ships of the Desert 193
XX. Calling on the Mummies 201
XXI. Conclusion 209
The Battleship Boys in Foreign
Service
 CHAPTER I
BATTLESHIP BOYS TO THE RESCUE
"This is the famous Bois de Boulogne Sam."
"The what?"
"Bois de Boulogne, one of the most popular drives in Paris."
"Huh!" grunted Sam Hickey. "That sounds to me like some kind of
sausage. What do they ever name their streets that way for in
Paris?"
"All the names in this great, gay city mean something," answered
Dan Davis. "This park here bears the same name. It was infested by
desperate robbers as far back as the fourteenth century."
"Robbers!" exclaimed the red-haired boy.
"Yes."
"Are they here yet?"
"No; Napoleon cleaned them out. We shall soon be out by the Arch.
The Frenchmen call it Arc de Triomphe."
"They do?"
"Yes."
"Just like that?"
"Of course."
"I'll bet there isn't a Frenchman in France who would know what you
were talking about if they heard you call it by that name. I don't
know anything about French, but if that is French give me plain
United States. You are sure there are no robbers left in the Bologna
sausage?"
"Bois de Boulogne, Sam," corrected Dan. "No; there are no robbers
here. You need not be afraid."
"Afraid! What do you take me for, Dan Davis. I——"
"Hark!"
"Nothing of the sort. I'm no coward. I, a sailor in Uncle Sam's Navy,
and afraid of robbers? Pooh!"
"Listen! Did you hear that, Sam?"
"Hear what? No; I didn't hear anything. But—wow! What's that?"
Hickey gave a sudden startled jump.
"It's a woman's scream," breathed Dan, listening intently. "Did you
hear it?"
"I—I should say I did. Yes, and there it goes again. She's some sort
of foreigner. I wonder what is going on?"
The scream was repeated. Though the lads were unable to
understand what the voice was saying, it was evident that the
woman, whoever or whatever she might be, was in dire distress.
"Where is it—where is it?" demanded Sam, now very much excited.
"The sound came from off yonder, where the trees are thickest."
"I see nothing."
"I do," answered Dan. "See, yonder is a carriage. Come on! There's
a woman in trouble. What is it?" shouted the boy, raising his voice.
"Help! Help!" came the answer in plain English.
"It's one of our own countrywomen—our own United States. We're
coming, madam!"
Dan was off with a bound, followed a few paces behind by his red-
haired friend, Sam Hickey.
As they ran they made out a coupé that had been drawn up beside
the road. One man was holding the horses by the heads, while a
group of others were standing by the door of the carriage.
"What's going on there?" demanded Dan.
"I—I guess Napoleon didn't chase all the robbers out," stammered
Hickey in a doubtful tone.
"They are robbers and they're robbing two lone women," exclaimed
Dan.
"I guess we're Johnnie-on-the-spot, then," answered Sam. "Me for
the party holding the horses. He looks kind of weak like."
Two women, attired in evening gowns, were standing beside their
carriage, which, at a glance, was seen to be an elegant private
equipage. The men surrounding the women wore small, black caps
with the visors pulled down over their eyes, and long, flowing
handkerchiefs about their necks.
As the lads drew near they saw two of the men strip the
handkerchiefs from their necks, quickly twisting the cloths about the
necks of the women. The cries of the latter were stilled almost
instantly.
"Break away, you villains!" roared Dan Davis.
"Yes; chase yourselves or you'll get your faces slapped," added Sam.
"Vamoose! Allez vous—scat!"
"We're coming, ladies! Charge them, Sam! They're thugs! Look out
for yourself!"
"I've got one of them!" yelled Sam Hickey triumphantly.
In passing the horses he had sheered close to the fellow who was
holding them, hitting the man a blow on the jaw that tumbled him
over in a heap. The man did not rise, but Sam was too excited to
notice the fact.
"Whoop!" he howled, making a rush and coming up by his
companion. "We're the wild men from the land of the cowboy!"
The boys swept down on the robbers, the formers' fists working like
the piston rods of a locomotive.
The ruffians turned on them instantly.
"Quick! Into your carriage!" called Dan. He had neither the time nor
opportunity to assist the ladies in doing so. Both boys were now
altogether too busy to give further heed to the frightened women.
Smashing right and left, they fell upon the robbers.
Bang!
A bullet whistled close to the head of Sam Hickey. The latter made a
dive for the man who had fired the shot, and ere the fellow could
pull the trigger for another shot, Hickey's fist had struck him on the
jaw, laying the fellow flat on his back.
"Whoop!" howled the boy. "That's the way we do the thing in the
good old United States."
Dan was having a lively battle with two men, each of whom held a
knife in his hand and was making quick thrusts at the lad, who was
quickly diving in and out.
All at once Dan's foot came up. It caught one of the men on the
wrist of his knife hand. The fellow uttered a yell and his knife went
soaring up into the air. Dan tried to serve the other assailant in the
same way, but instead of reaching the man's wrist, the kick caught
the fellow in the stomach. This answered quite as well. With a groan
the robber fell down heavily.
"Lay in! We've got them!" yelled Davis.
"I am laying in," answered Sam. "Lay—lay in yourself. Whoop! That
was a beauty. I spun him like a top. He's spinning yet! Watch him,
Dan!"
Dan knew better than to turn his head. Three desperate men were
now seeking to surround and put an end to his fighting abilities. Dan
found them more difficult to handle than he had those others who
had gone down under his sturdy blows.
In the meantime the women had sprung into their carriage, and the
driver, whipping up his horses, had started away.
Attracted by the uproar, a squad of gendarmes were bearing down
on the scene on the run.
"Robbers!" yelled the driver in French as he swept past the officers
of the law.
"Where?"
The driver pointed with his whip toward the trees under which the
battle was being waged.
"The police!" yelled one of the robbers, catching a glimpse of the
gendarmes, as the latter ran into the light of a street lamp.
Instantly every man of the robbers plunged into the bushes and
disappeared, those who had been knocked down by the two brave
lads having gotten to their feet just in time to get away.
"Follow them!" cried Dan. "We'll capture a couple of them, anyway."
Sam caught a foot on the curbing and fell headlong. His companion
hesitated for one brief instant. Both lads thought they had put the
robbers to flight. They did not know that the desperate men had
seen the police coming, for the cry of "police" had been uttered in
French.
"Look out! Here they are again!" warned Dan. "Sail in, Sam! They've
surrounded us."
Sam was up like a flash. They were now well off the road. The spot
was dark and the boys did not know that it was the police who had
come upon and surprised them.
Dan Davis laid low the first gendarme just as the man placed a hand
on his shoulder. Sam gave the next officer a good stiff punch that
must have made the man's head swim, for it sent him staggering
away.
Hickey uttered a yell of triumph. His fighting blood was up. He went
at them with a rush, punching with both hands, nearly every blow
taking effect.
All at once Dan Davis made a discovery.
He caught the glint of a brass button.
"Cease firing!" he roared.
"Not on your life! Not till I've licked this heathen——"
"Sam! Sam! Stop! It's the police we are fighting! Stop, I tell you!"
Hickey's ready fists dropped to his sides. He stepped back, half
inclined to run.
"Well, well! What do you think of that?" he growled.
Dan, too, had stopped fighting the instant he made the discovery
that it was the police whom they had assaulted. He sprang back,
gazing almost in awe at the rest of the squad of gendarmes who
were bearing down upon them.
"This is the time we have put our foot in it. Gentlemen, I beg——"
He did not finish the sentence.
A blow from one of the gendarmes laid him flat on the ground. At
the same instant three men jumped on Sam Hickey. They took him
so utterly unawares that he had not made the slightest resistance.
"Get away, you fools! Don't you know——"
Hickey's breath was fairly knocked out of him. He was at the bottom
of the pile, unconscious almost the next second.
The Battleship Boys had gone down fighting valiantly, the lads whom
the readers of this series now know so well. They were the same
boys who, in "The Battleship Boys at Sea," enlisted in the United States
Navy, serving their apprenticeship at the Training Station in Newport.
It was there that they proved by their faithful attention to duty, their
courage and fitness to serve the Flag of their country. Then, on
board the battleship "Long Island," it will be recalled how Dan Davis
whipped the bully of the ship in a fair stand-up battle; how Hickey
was punished for an offence for which he was not wholly to blame,
being confined to the brig on rations of bread and water; and how
finally both lads proved themselves by their heroic rescue of a
drowning diver. The latter was the man who had been responsible
for all their trouble on shipboard. For their bravery in facing almost
certain death the boys were rewarded by a grateful government in
the bestowal of that much-coveted decoration, the medal of honor.
Again, in "The Battleship Boys' First Step Upward," the reader will
remember Sam Hickey's having sighted a "shooting star," while on
lookout duty, and that the shooting star was a rocket signal of
distress from a sinking schooner. It will be recalled how Dan Davis
was left alone on the doomed ship; how the battleship turned its big
guns on the schooner, shooting the decks from beneath his feet, and
how, in the end, the plucky lad saved the schooner and its cargo.
Dan's heroic effort in saving a boat load of men from almost certain
destruction by a rushing torpedo, and his winning of a promotion to
the grade of petty officer will also still be fresh in the reader's mind.
And now the boys were on their first foreign cruise. The battleship
"Long Island" had come to anchor off Boulogne, France. The
Battleship Boys had asked for a shore leave of one week, which was
readily granted to them. In that time they had planned to visit Paris
and London, which they would have ample time to do, and rejoin
their ship before their leave of absence expired.
They had arrived in Paris that morning, after an all-night ride on one
of the fastest express trains in France, but which Sam Hickey had
referred to under the undignified title of "milk train."
After considerable difficulty they had secured lodgings at a pension,
as the boarding houses in France are called, and had at once started
out to see the city. This they did with the aid of a map. They were
self-reliant boys, and the thought of getting lost did not trouble them
at all.
During the afternoon they had wandered off along the fashionable
avenue, the Bois de Boulogne, and into the beautiful park of the
same name, where they lingered until nearly night. Hunger alone
brought them to a realization that it was time they sought their
lodgings. So anxious were they to see Paris, that they had forgotten
all about breakfast, and, when noon arrived, they saw no place
where they could procure food.
They were on their way back when they met with the adventure that
now promised to involve them in serious difficulty. They had
assaulted a body of men who were police officers of the republic of
France.
The gendarmes had not seen the robbers. They had seen only Dan
Davis and Sam Hickey, who now presented a most disreputable
appearance. The boys had lost their caps bearing the name of their
ship, their blouses were torn and covered with dirt, while Dan's shirt
was ripped in several places where the knives of the desperate men
had made great rents in it, his trousers were torn, and his face
bruised where he had been struck by one of the robbers. Hickey was
in a similar condition.
The gendarmes were chattering loudly, accompanying their words
with wild gestures.
Making sure that their prisoners were wholly overpowered, they
quickly secured them, one of the number in the meantime having
sent in a call for a patrol wagon. Soon the auto wagon came puffing
up and backed down to the curb.
Quite a crowd had gathered, attracted to the scene by the uproar.
"What is it?" questioned one after another.
"Apaches!" answered the officer in charge.
A growl of rage ran over the gathering. There is no criminal in Paris
so dreaded or so hated as the one who belongs to the so-called
"Apaches." These men have but two aims in life—to rob and kill. It is
nothing to them who the victim may be, or how innocent. They are
infinitely worse than the worst red Indian of the past.
The Apaches are found everywhere in Paris, and woe to the stranger
in the gay city who happens to stroll out alone at night, for the
Apache will track him to the death if he chances to strike the
stranger's trail.
It was this desperate band of criminals to which Dan Davis and Sam
Hickey were supposed by the police to belong. On the contrary, the
Battleship Boys had met and practically whipped a band of Apaches
single handed and without weapons. It was an achievement to be
proud of, had they known it, but at that moment neither lad was in a
condition to realize anything.
Searching the clothes of their prisoners for weapons, and finding
none, the gendarmes picked Dan up by the head and heels, hurling
him into the patrol. Next came Hickey. He was thrown in on top of
his companion.
Half a dozen officers piled into the wagon and sat down on their
prisoners. At that moment the patrol started away with the two
boys, moving over the smooth pavements of the French capital
almost without a jar.
 CHAPTER II
A SERIOUS CHARGE
By the time the patrol reached headquarters the Battleship Boys had
recovered consciousness. They were half-smothered, lying on their
faces as they were.
Sam began to fight and kick.
"Get off my neck!" he howled, in a muffled voice. "Get off, or I'll
pass you a punch when I get out of this!"
"Keep quiet, Sam," advised Dan. "They will use you roughly if you
don't."
"Keep quiet, nothing! I'll show them they can't use an officer in
Uncle Sam's Navy this way."
His further remarks were lost, for the man who was sitting on
Hickey's neck moved over, throwing his weight on the lad's head.
Soon after that the wagon drove up before the dingy headquarters.
The prisoners were jerked from the wagon rather than lifted out,
and were dragged into the building, up a pair of stone steps and
along a dimly lighted corridor.
Arriving in front of a grated door, the policemen in charge of the
boys waited until an attendant had unlocked and opened it,
whereupon they threw the Battleship Boys inside.
The door shut with a loud clang, and the gendarmes marched away,
down the corridor without a word to their prisoners.
For a moment the boys lay where they had been thrown. Then Dan
sprang to his feet, and, going to the door, peered out into the
corridor. All he could see was a brick wall in front of him.
Sam sat up, rubbing his red head reflectively.
"I wonder where we are?" muttered Dan.
"Where we are?" repeated Sam.
"Yes."
"Don't you know?"
"I do not."
"I know."
"Where are we?"
"We're in the brig again."
"In the brig? Why, we are in Paris. Have you forgotten? I guess your
shaking up must have resulted in a loss of memory."
"I have forgotten nothing. I'll never forget the wallop I got. Say,
Dan, do you know what they hit me with?"
"No, that is what I have been trying to decide in my own case."
For a few minutes there was silence.
"This is a nice mess—a fine mix-up!"
"Yes," agreed Dan Davis. "I fear we have gotten ourselves into a lot
of trouble. We have assaulted the Paris police. I wonder what the
captain of the 'Long Island' will say when he hears of it?"
"If it's left for us to tell him it will be a long, long time before he
hears anything about it."
"Don't be foolish. We will tell the police the truth and they will have
to let us go; but the question is, when are we going to be allowed to
tell the truth? It doesn't look as if we were even going to be
questioned to-night."
For full two hours the boys sat on the hard stone floor, discussing
their predicament, trying to plan some way of extricating themselves
from their present unfortunate position. No conclusion was reached.
All they could now do was to wait and trust to luck.
"Well, I'm going to bed," announced Sam Hickey.
"Where?"
"Right here on the floor. It isn't much of a hammock, but I'm going
to pipe myself down just the same. I wish I were back on the
battleship. Don't you, Dan?"
"Yes, I do. Good night, Sam."
"Good night."
Sam rolled over on his back, using his arms for a pillow, and was
soon snoring loudly. This made Dan feel sleepy, and he, too, shortly
toppled over sound asleep.
How long they had lain thus they did not know. Sam suddenly
awakened. Some one had hold of one of his feet and was dragging
him across the cell.
"Leggo my foot!" yelled the red-headed boy, struggling to get up.
Dan, hearing the commotion, bounded to his feet. He was quickly
seized and jerked out into the corridor, where he was soon joined by
Sam. Then they discovered that they were in the hands of officers,
though not the same ones who had arrested them.
Neither of the officers said a word, but, taking firm hold of the arms
of their prisoners, marched them rapidly down the corridor.
"I guess they must be going to hang us," said Hickey.
"They don't hang people over here," answered Dan.
"They don't?"
"No."
"What do they do with them?"
"Guillotine them."
"What's that?"
"In other words, they cut your head off here in France," answered
Dan, with a short laugh.
"Wow!" exclaimed Sam with such vehemence that the officers in
charge of him gave him a violent shake, uttering some rapid
commands in his own language.
"I guess we'd better not stir up the animals any more," said Sam,
with a wink at his companion.
"No. And be careful what you say. Do not volunteer any information.
It will perhaps be better for me to answer the questions, unless they
question you directly."
The officers conducted the lads into a sort of reception room, where
they stood holding tightly to their prisoners until a door was opened
at the far end of the room and another man in uniform beckoned
them to enter. The officers did so, thrusting their prisoners into the
room ahead of them.
Unlike the outer room, this one was brilliantly lighted; so much so
that the boys blinked vigorously for a few seconds. Then, becoming
used to the light, they began to take stock of their surroundings.
The first thing that caught their attention was a keen-faced man
sitting behind a flat desk, industriously twirling his moustache as he
surveyed them keenly from beneath half-closed eyelids.
The boys gazed at him intently. There was no quailing on their part,
though had they realized what a questionable looking pair they
were, they might have lost some of their assurance.
The officer behind the desk addressed them in French.
"We do not speak your language, sir," spoke up Dan.
"Ah, so I perceive," answered the man in very good English. "You
are English?"
"Not much. We're Yankees," Sam blurted out with considerable
emphasis. "And you'd better not monkey with us unless you want
the United States Government to get you by the collar and jerk you
seven different ways at the same time."
"Be silent!" thundered the officer.
"I'm mum," answered Sam, with a sheepish grin.
"What is your name?"
"Sam Hickey, sir."
"And yours?" glancing at Dan.
"Daniel Davis."
"Residence of both?"
"United States of America," answered the boys with one voice.
A clerk was noting down their replies.
"May I ask, sir, why we are thus detained? We have done no wrong."
"Stop! I will ask all the questions here. What is your business, if you
have any?"
"We are sailors on the U. S. S. 'Long Island.'"
"Sailors, eh?"
"Yes, sir."
"If this be true, where are your uniforms?"
"We are wearing what is left of them, sir."
The officer glanced at the trousers of the lads and observed that
they were such as were worn by sailors.
"A very excellent disguise."
"Disguise!" exclaimed Sam with explosive force. "What are you
talking about?"
"Be quiet," warned Dan. "You are only making it the harder for us.
He doesn't believe our story, as it is."
"I don't care whether he does or not. I'm getting warm where my
collar was until it was torn off. Disguise! The idea!"
"What are you doing in Paris?"
"Getting into trouble, principally," muttered Sam under his breath.
"We came here to see the city, sir," answered Dan.
"When?"
"This morning, or yesterday morning. I do not know whether it is
morning or evening now," he answered.
"You say you are from a United States ship?"
"Yes, sir."
"What is the captain's name?"
"Captain Farnham, sir."
"Where is your ship?"
Dan told him.
"When did the ship arrive?"
"Yesterday morning."
The officer went over some papers on his desk, finally selecting one
which he consulted, then replaced it on his desk with a nod.
"Where is the rest of your gang?"
"What do you mean, sir?"
"The other men who ran away."
"I am sure I do not know. We were trying to catch up with them
when we were caught."
"Ah! You admit!"
The officer spoke rapidly in French to the clerk, who scribbled
industriously.
"Well, sir, what have you to say for yourself?" demanded the officer
abruptly, turning toward Sam.
"I've got a lot that I should like to say, if you will give me half a
chance," said Sam promptly.
"I'll hear your story. Bear in mind that whatever you say will be used
against you. It is being taken down by the secretary. Speak! I shall
listen."
"It was this way," began Hickey.
"Be brief!" commanded the officer sternly.
"We were walking along Sausage Avenue, peaceable like——"
"What's that?"
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