"What business--occupation?"

"Sales-lady," said the girl.

"Residence?"

"No. 2334 Pleasant Avenue."

The captain leaned back in his arm-chair, and turned his toothpick
between his lips, as he stared hard at the girl.

"Well, now," he said, after a moment, "you know you've got to come
into court and testify to-morrow morning."

"Yes," said the girl, rather falteringly, with a sidelong glance at
Lemuel.

"You've got to promise to do it, or else it will be my duty to have
you locked up overnight."

"Have me locked up?" gasped the girl, her wide blue eyes filling
with astonishment.

"Detain you as a witness," the captain explained. "Of course, we
shouldn't put you in a cell; we should give you a good room, and if
you ain't sure you'll appear in the morning----"

The girl was not of the sort whose tongues are paralysed by terror.
"Oh, I'll be _sure_ to appear, captain! Indeed I will, captain!
You needn't lock me up, captain! Lock me _up!_" she broke off