"Well, what then?"
"If you do not, there are several little things connected with your career which will make it unpleasant to have the inspector up at headquarters question you about."
"Well, I ain't a-goin' to give away anybody downstairs, no matter what happens," said the bartender.
"I'm not asking you to give anybody away. I merely asked you to answer my questions."
"Well, go ahead and ask them. I will answer them if I can."
"Was Black Madge in the saloon downstairs when you were there?"
"Yes. She was."
"Has she been in the habit of coming here frequently of late?"
"I can't tell you for certain about that. You know, I'm on duty in the daytime, and people of her kind come only at night."
"Answer my question," said the detective sternly. "You know the answer to it, and you understand that I know you do."