"He went away; I do not know where; and took the woman with him, this Hungarian woman, this Irma Gluyas! Lilienthal knows; you can make him tell." "Look here!" sharply cried the officer, in a sudden rage.

"You are lying to me! Your rooms are being searched even now! Your boy has been taken away, and he will go straight to the electric chair.
He gave that poor man over into your hands.

You took him to the murderer's den! BOTH OF YOU WILL DIE! You were yourself getting ready to run away to Europe! Your baggage is all packed! We will force the truth out of your boy; you shall never see him.

You can't help him lie now! I was the cobbler opposite your door, and I've watched you for a month!" For five minutes the men labored to restore the stricken woman, whose tortured nerves gave way.

"I shall now search you," roughly said McNerney, "but I'll have a police matron here to do it.