" admonished one of the men, "an' don't make no
fuss."

"Oh," said Billy, "it's you, is it? Well, I was just goin' over to the
station to give myself up."

Both men laughed, skeptically. "We'll just save you the trouble," said
one of them. "We'll take you over. You might lose your way if you tried
to go alone."

Billy went along in silence the rest of the way to where the patrol
waited at another corner. He saw there was nothing to be gained by
talking to these detectives; but he found the lieutenant equally
inclined to doubt his intentions. He, too, only laughed when Billy
assured him that he was on his way to the station at the very instant of
arrest.

As the weeks dragged along, and Billy Byrne found no friendly interest
in himself or his desire to live on the square, and no belief in his
protestations that he had had naught to do with the killing of Schneider
he began to have his doubts as to the wisdom of his act.

He also commenced to entertain some of his former opinions of the
police, and of the law of which they are supposed to be the guardians. A
cell-mate told him that the papers had scored the department heavily
for their failure to apprehend the murderer of the inoffensive old
Schneider, and that public opinion had been so aroused that a general
police shakeup had followed.

The result was that the police were keen to fasten the guilt upon
someone--they did not care whom, so long as it was someone who was in
their custody.

"You may not o' done it," ventured the cell-mate; "but they'll send you
up for it, if they can't hang you. They're goin' to try to get the death
sentence. They hain't got no love for you, Byrne. You caused 'em a lot
o' throuble in your day an' they haven't forgot it. I'd hate to be in
your boots."

Billy Byrne shrugged. Where were his dreams of justice? They seemed to
have faded back into the old distrust and hatred. He shook himself and
conjured in his mind the vision of a beautiful girl who had believed in
him and trusted him--who had inculcated within him a love for all that
was finest and best in true manhood, for the very things that he had
most hated all the years of his life before she had come into his
existence to alter it and him.

And then Billy would believe again--believe that in the end justice
would triumph and that it would all come out right, just the way he had
pictured it.

With the coming of the last day of the trial Billy found it more and
more difficu