the fact that it was immediately forthcoming for a prisoner who
looked as if he had not a cent in the world of his own, and who
was known to be a mere waiter in a restaurant, caused a sensation
throughout the court-room; and as we forced our way to the street
we were accompanied by a multitude, who jeered at the defendant
and occasionally took a fling at Gottlieb and myself. We still,
however, were persons to be feared, and few dared venture beyond
making suggestive allusions to our obvious desire to secure the
immediate liberty of our client.

So far we had no reason to believe that the district attorney--a
man of high integrity and unrelenting zeal in the discharge of his
official duties--had sought to tamper with Hawkins; but I instinctively
felt that, once he had an opportunity to offer the latter personal
immunity in return for a confession which would implicate Gottlieb
and myself all would be over. As my partner had said, there was
only one thing to do--and that was to put it out of our client's
power to do us harm. The first step in this direction was to get
him hopelessly drunk, and this we successfully did in a back room
of our office.

Both of us knew that a dozen pairs of eyes were watching the entrance
of the old-fashioned building in which our rooms were located, and
that any attempt on our part to get Hawkins out of the city would
result in his immediate arrest. Once he were sent back to the
Tombs he would be out of our control. So, for three days, we kept
him--a foul, unwashed, maudlin thing--a practical prisoner, although
from his condition quite unconscious of it. Day and night, turn
and turn about, Gottlieb and I watched while he snored and gibbered,
cursed and giggled; but the strain was getting too much for both
of us and we set ourselves at work to devise a way to spirit him
away.

Our offices were situated in a block the other side of which
consisted of tenement-houses. Investigation showed that it would
be possible to get over the roofs, walk nearly the length of the
block and gain access to one of the more distant tenements through
a skylight. For the sum of fifty dollars we found an Italian fruit-
dealer who was willing to hire himself, his rickety wagon, and his
spavined horse for our enterprise; and he agreed to carry Hawkins
concealed under piles of produce to a point on Long Island, where
we could take a ferry across to one of the Connecticut towns.

The following night we ar