"All ready," came the answer.
"We've got the madam an' the nigger, an' the four of thim, but I belave they must have turned the new girl loose before we got here."
This time the reply came from within the house, and it came in the tones of Rose, raised high in anger and in blasphemy:
"You're a dirty liar, Larry Riley! There never was another one, an' you know that as well as I do! Just you wait till I tell the judge what you do know, you damned, low, double-crossin' sneak! You bastard, you!"
Riley and his companions turned and ran into the vestibule.
"Just you wait," the cry continued. "Just you wait, you thief, you——"
The voice stopped as suddenly as it had started.
There was another pause, a longer one, and then Angel, bending as far as he dared from his hidden corner, saw the two officers come quickly out with their hands upon the arms of two cloaked women, whom they helped into the dark recesses of the patrol-wagon. They went back and returned with one more. A fourth followed; then a fifth, and a sixth. Two policemen appeared, evidently from positions that they had been guarding in the rear of the house. The man on the steps closed the door and locked it. All the policemen climbed to the wagon. The driver gathered up the reins. The tittering children scattered wildly. The horses woke up and started away at a brisk trot.
Impartial Justice was beginning her task.