Rhona breathed hard, a feeling in her breast of her heart breaking. She gasped:
"That's not true. He struck me—he struck me."
The sergeant glanced up.
"What's your name?"
Rhona could not answer for a moment. Then, faintly:
"Rhona Hemlitz."
"Age?"
"Seventeen."
"Address?"
"—— Hester Street."