Braun sat for a few minutes, with his chin in his hands, thinking it out. "We'll have to lie," he said at last. "This is the story. Mrs. Muscovitz was talking to the scab. Pick-Axe twisted her arm and kicked her. That's all true. You tried to separate them. That's true, too, in a way--" "I tried to kill him," Yetta put in. "But you mustn't tell the judge that! You tried to separate them, and he slipped on the wet pavement and bumped his head. You two ran away, afraid that he'd attack you. You took a Broadway car and came straight here. Let's see--" he looked at his watch--"You got here about eleven thirty." "I'd rather tell the truth," Yetta insisted. "Tell the judge just what the snake said to me and why I was mad." "You can't do that. In the first place the judge would not listen to all of it. And then he would not believe you. They're looking for a chance to say we are using violence. Why did you do it--Oh, well, there's no use asking that. It's done. We've got to lie." Yetta looked unconvinced. "It won't only be worse for you," Braun went on. "It'll be worse for all of us, if you tell the truth." "All right, then," Yetta said reluctantly. "I'll lie." Just then Mabel rushed in without knocking. "Pick-Axe and a plain-clothes man are out here with a warrant for Yetta," she cried. "Where can we hide her?" "We won't hide her," Braun said. "We don't want to seem afraid of this charge." "What's it all about?" she asked. "Why, Pick-Axe was getting gay as usual," Braun said. "He slipped on the wet pavement or tripped over something and bumped his head. I guess he's trying to make an assault charge out of it." "What?" Mabel asked in astonishment. "He's got the face to say that Yetta attacked him?" Yetta started to say, "I did," but Braun kicked her unobtrusively and she kept still. "Go out and tell them we will surrender at once," Braun said. As soon as Mabel had left he hurriedly repeated the story they were to tell. "Don't tell anybody the truth," he insisted. "Not any one. Not even Miss Train. We've got to bluff. And the more people who believe we are telling the truth, the better the bluff is." They went out into the main room, and Yetta was formally put under arrest. "That's the other woman," Pick-Axe said at sight of Mrs. Muscovitz. "I haven't any warrant for her," the plain-clothes man said. He had no especial affection for the ruffian who pretended to be a detective. "She is coming to court anyhow as a witness," Braun said. At that moment he caught sight of Longman and a reporter and a ray of hope. He hurried over to them. "Longman," he said, "they've arrested Yetta Rayefsky on an utterly absurd charge of attacking that thug, Brennan, whom the girls call Pick-Axe. I wish you'd come over to court. I can use you, I think, in the defence. And"--he turned to the reporter, "it may be worth your while to come, too. I think there'll be a story in it."