Chapter XXIV A CASE FOR THE POLICE After that first horrible moment it was perhaps Anna who was the more selfpossessed. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. ‘Have no fear,’ he uttered soothingly, reaching out to pat her free hand. This queer father of hers had given her everything but his arms. Prison was bleak without spaciousness, and pervaded by a faint, oppressive smell; and she had to wait two hours in the sullenly defiant company of two unclean women thieves before a cell could be assigned to her. It was a mass of knick-knacks. ” The cab rumbled off. Moving room to room it was. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek. And I have no more the pistol. However this may be now, it was unquestionably true of old Newgate. Life is morality—life is adventure. “Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink.
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