“What's the matter?” growled a policeman down the corridor.
“Come here! quick!” cried the other; and then through the grating he whispered, “Say, tell the cap to come here for a moment, will you?”
“What do you want?” demanded the policeman.
“Look here, O'Brien,” said the other. “You know Charlie Swift is no fool. And there's something about this fellow you've put in here that the cap ought to know about quick.”
The sergeant came. “Say,” said Charlie. “Did you ask this boy any questions?”
“No,” said the sergeant, “I'm waiting for the chief.”
“Well, did you know that girl came from Albert Lockman's place?”
“Good God, no!”
“He says she was there to dinner and Lockman turned her out of the house. This boy says he works for Lockman.”
“Well, I'm damned!” exclaimed the sergeant. And so Samuel was led into a private room.