"Where were you brought up?"
"In New York,—in what you call the slums."
"What made you a criminal?"
"I didn't want to work."
"Oh,—you wanted luxuries?"
"Yes, ma'am. I was ambitious. I hadn't anything. I might get everything."
"Who was that man with you?"
"A pal; you wouldn't know him if I told you."
"A curious pal to run away from you!"
The burglar smiled again. "What good could he do by staying? He's only skedaddled to lay plans to get me out of your gingerbread jail here if I choose to go into it."