Our day was over! It was useless to try to escape from the meshes of the net drawn so tightly around us.

Even if we could have forfeited our heavy bail--which would have been an impossibility, owing to the watchfulness of our bondsman--we could never have eluded the detectives who now dogged our footsteps.

We were marked men.

Everywhere we were pointed out and made the objects of comment and half-concealed abuse.

The final straw was when the district attorney, in his anxiety lest we should slip through his fingers, caused our re- arrest on a trumped-up charge that we were planning to leave the city, and we were thrown into the Tombs, being unable to secure the increased bail which he demanded.