At this point, pedaling grandly toward us on this black bicycle came the arm of the law in the shape of Sergeant Enoch Samways, resplendent in his blue uniform and shiny silver buttons. It was always a mystery to me how Sergeant Samways could sniff out trouble wherever it was. Let there be a few boys fighting on the sidewalk, or two motorists arguing over a dented fender, and you could bet your life the village policeman would be there within minutes.