"I only know you
brought her here, and that you'll stay here till the police come."
By this time several people had come into the room, awakened by the
noise. Samuel, without a word more, went and sank down into a chair
and waited. And half an hour later he was on his way to the station
house again--this time with a policeman on either side of him, and
gripping him very tightly. And now the charge against him was murder!
CHAPTER XIII
The same corpulent official was seated behind the desk at the police
station; but on this occasion he woke up promptly. "The chief had
better handle this," he said, and went to the telephone.
"Where's this chap to go?" asked one of the policemen.
"We're full up," said the sergeant. "Put him in with Charlie Swift.
The chief'll be over in a few minutes."
So once more Samuel was led into a cell, and heard the door clang upon
him.
He was really not much alarmed this time, for he knew it was not his
fault, and that he could prove it. But he was sick with horror at the
fate of the unhappy girl. He began pacing back and forth in his cell.
Then suddenly from one corner growled a voice: "Say, when are you
going to get quiet?"
"Oh, I beg pardon," said Samuel. "I didn't know you were here."
"What are you in for?" asked the voice.
"For murder," said Samuel.
And he heard the cot give a sudden creak as the man sat up.
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