door. He stopped twisting Peter's wrist, and tilted back Peter's
head so that Peter's frightened eyes were staring into his.

"Now, young fellow," he said, "look here. I got no time for you just
now, but you're going to jail, you're my prisoner, and make up your
mind to it, sooner or later I'm going to get it out of you. It may
take a day, or it may take a month, but you're going to tell me
about this bomb plot, and who printed this here circular opposed to
Preparedness, and all about these Reds you work with. I'm telling
you now--so you think it over; and meantime, you hold your mouth,
don't say a word to a living soul, or if you do I'll tear your
tongue out of your throat."

Then, paying no attention to Peter's wailings, he took him by the
back of the collar and marched him down the hall again, and turned
him over to one of the policemen. "Take this man to the city jail,"
he said, "and put him in the hole, and keep him there until I come,
and don't let him speak a word to anybody. If he tries it, mash his
mouth for him." So the policeman took poor sobbing Peter by the arm
and marched him out of the building.






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