"What's the charge?" His voice was a colorless monotone.
"Assault, your Honor. This girl was picketing in the strike, and this private detective told her to move on. Then she struck him."
Rhona felt as if she could burst; she expected the magistrate to question her; but he continued to address the policeman.
"Any witnesses?"
"These other detectives, your Honor."
The magistrate turned to Blondy's friends.
"Is what the policeman says true?"
"Yes," they chorused
Joe spoke clearly.
"Your Honor, there's another witness."