"No."
The judge sat up with a jerk.
"Ten days, workhouse," he thundered.
And as they led her away, he rapped on his desk with his gavel, and the clerk announced adjournment.
"That little Jew girl had more spunk than I gave her credit for," the judge said a few minutes later, in his chambers, to his secretary who was helping him on with his fur-lined coat. "I wonder if she did blackjack Brennan." He had to sit down again to laugh at the idea.
"Don't scold me," Yetta said to Braun, when he came into the prison and spoke to her through the grating. "I was tired of lying."
Braun said to himself as he went away that it was just like a woman to get away with a big lie and stumble over a little one.