"She said, 'Hello, kid!' "
A titter went over the courtroom. The clerk rapped for order.
"Then what happened?"
"This officer arrested her. I told him what had passed between us, and insisted on being arrested, too. We said the same thing, the girl and I."
"The girl has been here before. She has a record."
"Where are the men she made the record with?" demanded Jarvis.
"We do not deal with that feature of it," replied the judge, turning to the officer.
"And why not?" demanded Jarvis. "It takes a solicitor and the solicited to make a crime. What kind of laws are these which hound women into the trade and hound them for following it?"
"It is neither the time nor the place to discuss that. The case is dismissed. This court has no time to waste, Flynn, in cases where there's no evidence," he added, sternly, to the detective.
The girl nodded to Jarvis and beckoned him, but instead of following her he went back to his seat. He would follow this ghastly puppet show to its end.