“We're full up,” said the sergeant. “Put him in with Charlie Swift. The chief'll be over in a few minutes.”
So once more Samuel was led into a cell, and heard the door clang upon him.
He was really not much alarmed this time, for he knew it was not his fault, and that he could prove it. But he was sick with horror at the fate of the unhappy girl. He began pacing back and forth in his cell.
Then suddenly from one corner growled a voice: “Say, when are you going to get quiet?”
“Oh, I beg pardon,” said Samuel. “I didn't know you were here.”
“What are you in for?” asked the voice.
“For murder,” said Samuel.
And he heard the cot give a sudden creak as the man sat up. “What!” he gasped.
“I didn't do it,” the boy explained hastily. “She killed herself.”
“Where was this?” asked the man.