"Some woman gimme that circular on the street! Ouch! Stop! Jesus! I
tell you I never looked at the circular!"

"You dare go on lying?" shouted the man, with fresh access of rage.
"And when I seen you with them Reds? I know about your plots, I'm
going to get it out of you." He grabbed Peter's wrist and began to
twist it, and Peter half turned over in the effort to save himself,
and shrieked again, in more piercing tones, "I dunno! I dunno!"

"What's them fellows done for you that you protect them?" demanded
the other. "What good'll it do you if we hang you and let them
escape?"

But Peter only screamed and wept the louder.

"They'll have time to get out of town," persisted the other. "If you
speak quick we can nab them all, and then I'll let you go. You
understand, we won't do a thing to you, if you'll come thru and tell
us who put you up to this. We know it wasn't you that planned it;
it's the big fellows we want."

He began to wheedle and coax Peter; but then, when Peter answered
again with his provoking "I dunno," he would give another twist to
Peter's wrist, and Peter would yell, almost incoherent with terror
and pain--but still declaring that he could tell nothing, he knew
nothing about any bomb.

So at last Guffey wearied of this futile inquisition; or perhaps it
occurred to him that this was too public a place for the prosecution
of a "third degree"--there might be some one listening outside the