ewspaper can say that my precinct ain't cleaned up. My
record is a hundred convictions to one acquittal. I catch 'em with the
goods when I go after 'em!"

A faint smile hovered about the doctor's face.

"I know your reputation," he said sarcastically.

The captain thought the doctor was flattering him, so he rubbed his
hands with satisfaction, as he replied:

"That's right. I'm after results. None of them _Psyche_ themes for
mine." Striding over to the armchair where sat Howard, he laid a rough
hand on his shoulder:

"Hey, Jeffries, wake up!"

Howard opened his eyes and stared stupidly about him. The captain took
him by the collar of his coat.

"Come--stand up! Brace up now!" Turning to Sergeant Maloney, he added,
"Take him over to the station. Write out that confession and make him
sign it before breakfast. I'll be right over."

Howard struggled to his feet and Maloney helped him arrange his collar
and tie. Officer Delaney clapped his hat on his head. Dr. Bernstein
turned to go.

"Good morning, captain. I'll make out my report"

"Good morning, doctor."

Dr. Bernstein disappeared and Captain Clinton turned to look at Annie,
who had been waiting patiently in the background. Her anguish on seeing
Howard's condition was unspeakable. It was only with difficulty that she
restrained herself from crying out and rushing to his side. But these
stern, uniformed men intimidated her. It seemed to her that Howard was
on trial--a prisoner--perhaps his life was in danger. What could he have
done? Of course, he was innocent, whatever the charge was. He wouldn't
harm a fly. She was sure of that. But every one looked so grave, and
there was a big crowd gathered in front of the hotel when she came up.
She thought she had heard the terrible word "murder," but surely there
was some mistake. Seeing Captain Clinton turn in her direction, she
darted eagerly forward.

"May I speak to him, sir? He is my husband."

"Not just now," replied the captain, not unkindly. "It's against the
rules. Wait till we get him to the Tombs. You can see him all you want
there."

Annie's heart sank. Could she have heard aright?

"The Tombs!" she faltered. "Is the charge so serious?"

"Murder--that's all!" replied the captain laconically.

Annie nearly swooned. Had she not caught the back of a chair she would
have fallen.

The captain turned to Maloney and, in a low tone, said:

"Quick! Get him over to the station. We don't want any family s