"Did he's thry to touch ye, ma'am?" demanded the officer, still unsatisfied.
"No, sir; he did not do anything so rude. He was very kind, and I thank him," responded she, taking the word "touch" literally.
"What d'I tell you?" said the suspect in hurt tones.
"Kape yer gab out, Biggs," said the officer. "I mean, ma'am, did he ask yez fer money?"
"Oh, no, sir," said Justine confusedly.
"Never asked her fer a cent, on the dead——"
"That'll do ye, Biggs. Clear out, onnyhow," said the policeman, unpityingly.
"Aw, dat's not right——"
"G'wan now, will ye?" exclaimed Officer Maher, roughly shoving Mr. Biggs toward the door.
"Oh," cried Justine, indignantly. "Let him alone!" Her eyes were flashing angrily.