"What!" he
gasped.
"I didn't do it," the boy explained hastily. "She killed herself."
"Where was this?" asked the man.
"At the Continental Hotel."
"And what did you have to do with it?"
"I took her there."
"Who was she?"
"Why--she called herself Mary Smith."
"Where did you meet her?"
"Up at 'Fairview.'"
"At 'Fairview'!" exclaimed the other.
"Yes," said Samuel. "The Lockman place."
"ALBERT Lockman's place?"
"Yes."
"How did she come to be there?"
"Why, she was--a friend of his. She was there to dinner."
"What!" gasped the man. "How do you know it?"
"I work there," replied Samuel.
"And how did she come to go to the hotel?"
"Master Albert turned her out," said Samuel. "And it was raining, and
so I took her to a hotel."
"For the love of God!" exclaimed the other; and then he asked quickly,
"Did you tell the sergeant that?"
"No," said the boy. "He didn't ask me anything."
The man sprang up and ran to the grated door and shook it. "Hello!
Hello there!" he cried.
"What's the matter?" growled a policeman down the corridor.
"Come here! quick!" cried the other; and then through the grating he
whispered, "Say, tell the cap to come here for a moment, will you?"
"What do you want?" demanded the policeman.
"Look here, O'Brien," said the other. "You know Charlie Swift is no
fool. And there's something about this fellow you've put in here that
the cap ought to know about quick.
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