“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well, I liked his looks, and, besides, I wanted to find out if he were really bad or only unfortunate.”
“What has he done?”
“They say he held up a train!”
“Merciful Heavens! a train-robber! What’s his real name?”
“The name on the placard was Hall McCord.”
“And to think he was in the same room with us last night, and you were chumming with him! I can’t understand you. Are you sure he is the robber?”
“Yes. He confessed to having tried to rob the express car.”
“He seemed such a nice fellow. How did he come to do it?”
Alice concluded not to honor the other girl by bringing her into the discussion. “Oh, it is hard to say. Need of money, I suppose. Poor boy, I pity him.”