“He was not there,” she cried.
“But——”
“And I was there,” she continued, “yet I know nothing. I am innocent.”
“Umph! I don’t know!” Nadin growled.
“But I do,” she replied. “If your proof comes only to that—”
“But the men who took the child are old mates of his!”
“How do you know?” she returned. “You did not see them. They may not be the men you wished to arrest. But,” scornfully, “I see what kind of proof you have, and I shall not tell you.”
“Come, miss,” Bishop said, staying with difficulty Nadin’s furious answer. “Come, miss, think! Think again. Think of the child!”
“Oh, sink the child,” the Manchester officer struck in. He had seldom been so handled. “Think of yourself!”
“You will send me to prison?” she said.