“Your name?” said the stern-faced young man; and then, “Where do you live?” And then, “Tell me all you know about this bomb-conspiracy.”
“But I don't know nothin'!” cried Jimmie.
“You are in the hands of the Federal government,” replied the young man, “and your only chance will be to make a clean breast. If you will help us, you may get off.”
“But I don't know nothin'!” cried Jimmie, again.
“You have heard talk about dynamiting the Empire Shops?”
“Y—yes, sir.”
“Who?”
“A man—” Jimmie got that far, and then he recollected the promise he had given. “I—I can't tell!” he said.
“Why not?”
“It wouldn't be right.”