"We'll see about that. Who was the man you were talking with ten minutes ago, in front of this building?"
"A gentleman."
"His name."
"I cannot give it."
"You will not, you mean."
She was silent.
He shook her slender frame furiously.
"Girl, you cannot deceive me; the man you countenanced so unblushingly was August Bordine, the murderer!"
He hissed his words out hotly, and seemed ready to crush her with his wrath.
"Please take your hand from my shoulder, sir," said Rose, in a tone so calm and chilling as to surprise the over-zealous official.