“You'd better be. If you appear against Flanagan, she'll have you caged before to-morrow night.”
“How can she do it?”
“Swear against you before an alderman, and he'll send you down if it's only to get his fee. She knows her man.”
“Suppose murder is proved against her?”
“Suppose!” Norah gave a little derisive laugh.
“They don't look after things in here as they do outside. Everybody's got the screws on, and things must break sometimes, but it isn't called murder. The coroner understands it all. He's used to seeing things break.”
CHAPTER VII.
FOR a short time the sounds of cruel exultation came over from Flanagan's; then all was still.
“Sal's put her mark on you,” said Norah, looking steadily into Pinky's face, and laughing in a cold, half-amused way.