"You remember him, don't you?—one of the foremen?"
The hat brim moved affirmatively.
She had to summon all her strength to put her next question with calmness. "What will be done with him?"
"I don't know. Blowing up buildings isn't a very innocent amusement."
"But he didn't do it!"
"He didn't? Hum!"
Ruth burned to make a hot defense. But instead she asked: "Do you think he's the sort of a man to do a thing of that sort? He says he didn't."
"What d'you suppose he'd say?"
She checked her rising wrath. "But what do you think will be done with him?"
"Hung," growled Mr. Driscoll.