He said that some of his people had not sense enough to know what they were doing, and that, whenever he met a man of family who talked about killing somebody, he would remonstrate with him. For this good and sensible advice some of the reds called him a coward and a spy. At one time, on Lake Street, a big, burly brute called him a coward and a creeping thing. My man stepped up to the fellow and said: “I will make you eat your own words, or you will have to kill me.” “What do you want me to do?” asked the big ruffian. “Fight a duel,” retorted the detective. “I will give you twenty minutes’ time in which to secure a revolver and get ready. I will pay your car-fare, and we will go out to Garfield Park. No one shall go with us, and if you don’t accept my challenge, I will kill you anyhow.” “Are you in earnest?” asked the other. “Never more so in my life,” was the reply. The boasting coward then begged for more time, which was not granted, and, seeing the challenger determined, he winced. “I believe you are a good man. I am sorry that I have insulted you, and I beg your pardon. Let up on this. If you don’t feel like doing so, for God’s sake do it for my wife and family.” The young fellow then struck the braggart in the face and walked away. The whimpering coward never raised his hand nor uttered another word. This man whom I had employed did not like Spies. He termed Spies a rattle-head, and disapproved of his arguments in the _Fackel_ that the 1st of May was the time for the Anarchists to rise. In this view all the more sensible conspirators agreed. They knew that they could not accomplish anything, and therefore they kept away. My man was one of this latter class. He said everything was working nicely in their favor, but Spies killed everything. He told me that one night he was in company with Spies, and that Spies said: “I do not care how little I can accomplish. I want revenge on the police. They killed my brother—a d——d policeman killed him at a picnic. He shot him dead, and I will never stop until I have more than double revenge.” This statement of Spies’ about the killing was true. The brother killed was a young tough, and had been shot by Officer Tamillo.