“I can’t think what is the matter, Pat.”
“I am getting them. I will be a dead man, here, soon, like some of the other ones around here has been. Anyway, I didn’t take the man back, did I?”
“Pat, you are acting funny. What is the matter with you?”
“Come along here! I will lock you up if you are the guilty one.”
“Pat, you are not going to take Mr. Pearson. He has not committed a crime.”
“I say, come along here! You are the thief, to rob your brother of all and then sit and let him suffer.”
“You are going mad, Pat. I shall have to call for help if you do not turn Officer Pearson loose.”
“Call for help. All the power you have in this prison could not conquer me.”
“I shall turn in a general alarm if you do not let him go.”
“Turn in your alarm. I am ready to fight for my innocent son’s freedom, and you too know that he is not a murderer, yet you sit there and allow him to suffer, and for another’s crime. Here is the murdered woman standing here declaring his innocence—and the real murderer is her husband, and you have not made an effort to find him. Go look for him. Place my innocent boy in a closed room, if you like, but never behind bars. I will free him, as I have done all the time here, if you dare to place him behind bars again!”