to stay here with me until you come across.”  

 Peter could only sob and moan. 

 “Now,” continued Guffey, “I been finding out all about you, I got your life story from the day you were born, and there’s no use your trying to hide anything. I know your part in this here bomb plot, and I can send you to the gallows without any trouble whatever. But there’s some things I can’t prove on the other fellows. They’re the big ones, the real devils, and they’re the ones I want, so you’ve got a chance to save yourself, and you better be thankful for it.”  

 Peter went on moaning and sobbing. 

 “Shut up!” cried the man. And then, fixing Peter’s frightened gaze with his own, he continued, “Understand, you got a chance to save yourself. All you got to do is to tell what you know. Then you can come out and you won’t have any more trouble. We’ll take good care of you; everything’ll be easy for you.”  

 Peter continued to gaze like a fascinated rabbit. And such a longing as surged up in his soul—to be free, and out of trouble, and taken care of! If only he had known anything to tell; if only there was some way he could find out something to tell! 

  

  

 Section 7 

 Suddenly the man reached out and grasped one of Peter’s hands. He twisted the wrist again, the sore wrist which still ached from the torture. “Will you tell?”  

 “I’d tell if I could!” screamed Peter. “My God, how can I?”  

 “Don’t lie to me,” hissed the man. “I know about it now, you can’t fool me. You know Jim Goober.”  

 “I never heard of him!” wailed Peter. 

 “You lie!” declared the other, and he gave Peter’s wrist a twist. 

 “Yes, yes, I know him!” shrieked Peter. 

 “Oh, that’s more like it!” said the other. “Of course you know him. What sort of a looking man is he?”  

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