“If you only knew how awfully sorry he felt for the officers that were killed.”
“Oh, yes. Well, do you now think that we know something about you?”
“I admit that you know all about me, but Herr Engel said that night that it was wrong to have such a miscarriage. He did not believe in killing a few people. All revolutions, Engel believed, ought to come about by themselves, and then the police and soldiers would be with them. If the people would fight, then the authorities, police and all, would throw their guns away and run. Then the victory would be won without spilling any blood, but such a foolish thing as the Haymarket affair Engel would have nothing to do with.”
“Yes; all this Engel said after 10:30 o’clock that night, May 4th.”
“Yes, he said it in his back room.”
“That is all I want of you. Officers, lock up this dynamitard.”
“Captain, will you not let me make a statement?”
“Of what?”
“I know something. For God’s sake don’t lock me up.”