The speaker was meanly dressed and generally foul in appearance.
“I take it,” said Nick coolly, “that you are the janitor.”
“What is it to you who I am?” demanded the other. “Get out!”
Nick turned to his assistant.
“Call the policeman,” he said. “We’ll cool this chap off in jail.”
“What have I done?” whined the janitor, seeing that he had made a mistake.
“You might have thrown that jar down on the boy, for all I know,” said Nick, with a wink at Chick.
“What would I do such a thing for?” asked the frightened janitor.
“For money,” replied the detective.
“Was it a murder?” asked the janitor, trembling.