"Your attorney!" sneered Bostwick, "and who's your attorney?"
"Mr. Marriott," said Archie.
The suggestion of a jury trial maddened Bostwick. He seemed, indeed, to take it almost as a personal insult. He whispered with Quinn, and then said:
"I'll give you till evening to get out of town--you hear?"
Archie, standing at attention in the old military way, said:
"Yes, sir."
"You've got to clear out; we don't want you around, you understand?"
"I understand, sir."
"All right," said Bostwick.
After Archie had bidden good-by to the old convict, who was relieved to get back to prison again, and after he had been photographed for the rogues' gallery--for his confinement and his torture had made him thin and so changed his appearance and his figure that his Bertillon measurements were even more worthless than ever--he was turned out.