gangs and the ranks of street women.

Before us, as O'Connor led in Armstrong, was a little machine with
a big black cylinder. By means of wires and electrodes Kennedy
attached it to Armstrong's chest.

"Now, Armstrong," he began in an even tone, "I want you to tell
the truth--the whole truth. You have been getting heroin tablets
from Whitecap."

"Yes, sir," replied the dope fiend defiantly.

"To-day you had to get them elsewhere."

No answer.

"Never mind," persisted Kennedy, still calm, "I know. Why,
Armstrong, you even robbed that girl of twenty-five tablets."

"I did not," shot out the answer.

"There were twenty-five short," accused Kennedy.

The two faced each other. Craig repeated his remark.

"Yes," replied Armstrong, "I held out the tablets, but it was not
for myself, I can get all I want. I did it because I didn't want
her to get above seventy-five a day. I have tried every way to
break her of the habit that has got me--and failed. But seventy-
five--is the limit!"