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I ARREST YOU ON TH CHARGE DIAMOND
their feet. In Peggy's cheeks a dull flush wilted the freshness of the wild rose, and the lights in her eyes were more like electric sparks than holy candles.
"Aw, say, dere's Red — 'scuse me a minute," said Jim, suddenly, in her ear. Panting, she stood still where he left her, watching him elbowing his way roughly across the room. The tight American shoes hurt her feet ; her head felt queerly hot and heavy under the stiff American pompadour. Suddenly the crowded room wavered thru a film of tears. At that very moment a heavy hand fell on her shoulder, and a heavy voice upon her ears:
1 'Peggy O'Malley, I arrest you on th' charge of stealin' Mrs. Mortimer's diamond tiara. Come along quiet, now. ' '
"Hell! but youse looks all in,
kid " Red Randolph peered thru
the bars, uneasy sympathy in his shifty eyes. ''Lookee here — did youse hear about Jim? The cops got 'im thru de heart raidin' Kelley's joint
OP STEALIN MRS. MORTIMER S TIARA ' '
las' night. Say" — he leaned nearer, with a cautious glance backward at the guard — "youse should worry. I'm goin' t' git youse outer here. Watch me!"
1 Ach, no ! " Peggy shook her head dully. "Yez cant do nothing I'm thinkin'. Shure th' saints thimsilves wont listhen. Yarra ! feyther, feyther, why did I iver lave yez, ochone, ochone!"
' ' Dont youse b 'lieve dat dope, kid, ' ' said "Red," earnestly. "Leave it t' muh!"
His footsteps died in echoes down the stone corridor. As he disappeared, a tall figure, in outlandish clothes, who had been sitting in a recess, got to his feet and followed him. In her cell, Peggy lifted her tearmarked face suddenly, with a little, gasping cry. 'Twas as tho she had caught a strange whiff of Long Ago across the musty prison air — a breath of peat-smoke and the dew-drenched freshness of the gorse. A moment she sniffed in wonderment ; then her poor, contrary heart burst the bonds of pride at last and spoke :