“This boy flatly refuses to obey the law, to go on through the factories, as he stated would please him.”
“Boy, is this true?” demanded the officer.
“Yes, it is,” Bob confessed fearlessly, shamelessly.
“Fitz Mee, he confesses,” muttered the officer. “What would you have me do?”
“Take him and carry him through,” Fitz Mee said icily.
“Very well,” answered the officer. “But if we do that we take the case out of your hands, Fitz Mee. And in order to make a satisfactory report to the mayor, we’ll have to carry him through all the factories—those he has already visited as well as those he has not.”
“Yes, that’s true,” Fitz nodded.
“What’s that?” Bob cried, keenly concerned.
The officer gravely repeated his statement.