It hardly seems to be Dick or his partner's first rodeo where struggling arrestees are concerned, and while Arthur lands a few hard hits, the only effect is to clearly annoy his apprehenders.

The patrol car takes them to the police station, where they're detained for three hours before being brought into an interrogation room to sit side-by-side at one of the tables, handcuffed at the wrists and ankles. They're left to simmer for thirty minutes or so before the door swings open and Chief Clark and Dr. Pollock both enter, walking astride. Dick holds the stolen gas mask in one hand, setting it down between them, and first addresses them while standing; Norman sets a black doctor's bag down a yard away from his chair, out of the shackled prisoners' reach.

"Boys," Clark says, in greeting. Nothing else.

Norman doesn't look thrilled to be presented with the men who have broken into his home while he was away—and although appearances would suggest that he is the companion to the police chief, brought in by Clark, the balance of power in the room seems to be equal, if not tilting slightly in Norman's direction.

Norman folds his arms, watching them with a cold, contemputuous eye. "Did you find what you were looking for?"