him. And if it leads him to believe innocent people are criminals,
it also leads him to believe that every woman in the Subway to whom
he gives his seat is a great lady, a leader of society on her way
to work in the slums.

"Joe!" I protested. "Those men aren't criminals. I talked to that
Irishman, and he hasn't sense enough to be a criminal."

"The railroads are watched," repeated Kinney. "Do HONEST men care
a darn whether the railroad is watched or not? Do you care? Do I
care? And did you notice how angry the American got when he found
Stumps talking with you?"

I had noticed it; and I also recalled the fact that Stumps had said
to the lovely lady: "He told me I could come on deck as soon as we
started."

The words seemed to bear out what Kinney claimed he had overheard.
But not wishing to encourage him, of what I had heard I said
nothing.

"He may be dodging a summons," I suggested. "He is wanted,
probably, only as a witness. It might be a civil suit, or his
chauffeur may have hit somebody."

Kinney shook his head sadly.

"Excuse me," he said, "but I fear you lack imagination. Those men
are rascals, dangerous rascals, and the woman is their accomplice.
What they have done I don't know, but I have already learned enough