“What is your name?” I asked sternly. “And don’t forget to give it right.”
“Oh, please,—I—I did not mean anything bad.”
“Are you not baptized; have you no name? Officer, lock him up until I find a name for him.”
“Let me go, and I will never come here again.”
“Who sent you here?” I demanded.
“I cannot tell—do let me go. I will never, I promise you, come back again.”
“I don’t think you will. When you leave here you will go through the ‘sewer.’”
With exclamations of great grief and remorse, he looked appealingly to all the officers in the room, and, recognizing Officer Loewenstein as one of his race, he fell on his knees and begged the officer not to have him put through the “sewer.”
“Were you not here last night?” asked the Captain.
“No, sir; it was another fellow.”