"I’m not lying." "Let’s hear this straight, Mrs. Meagher," said the chief. "I’m a little confused. Is it you or the boy here that knows something?" "_Him_," she said, putting her hand on the child’s shoulder, "he _seen something_. It’s this way, your Honor. I’m one of the cleaners in the Massasoit Building. The three top floors is mine and I go on duty to rid up the offices from five till eight. It’s my habit to take Dannie with me, he bein’, as maybe you can see, delicate since he had the typhoid, and not allowed to go to school yet or run on the street." "I empty the trash baskets," piped up the little boy. "Don’t speak, Dannie, till your evidence is wanted," said she. "On the evenin’ of the suicide, L’yer Whitney, I was doin’ my chores on the seventeenth floor, in the Macauley-Blake Company’s offices, they bein’, as you may know, at the back of the buildin’. I was through with the outer room by a quarter past six, so I turned off the lights and went into the inner room, closin’ the door, as I had the window open and didn’t want the cold air on the boy." "You left him in the room that looks over the houses to the front of the Black Eagle Building?" "By the window," spoke up the little boy. "I was leanin’ there lookin’ out." "That’s it," said she. "The office was dark and as I shut the door I seen him, by the sill, peerin’ over some books they had there." She took the little boy’s hand and, fondling it in hers, said, "Now, Dannie, tell his Honor what you saw, same as you tolt Paw and me this day." She turned to the chief. "It’s no lie he’ll be after sayin’, L’yer Whitney, I’ll swear that on the Book." The little boy raised his big eyes to the old man’s and spoke, clearly and slowly: "I was lookin’ acrost at the Black Eagle Building, at the windows opposite. On the floor right level with me they was all dark, ’cept the hall one. That was lit and I could see down into the hall, and there was no one in it. Suddent a door opened, the one nearest to the window, and a head come out and looked quick up and down and then acrost to our building. Then it went in and I was thinkin’ how it couldn’t see me because it was all dark where I was, when the door opened again, slow, and an awful sort of thing came out." He stopped and turned to his mother, shrinking and scared. She put her arm round him and coaxed softly: "Don’t be afeart, darlint. Go on, now, and tell it like you tolt it to me and Paw at breakfast." The old man was motionless, his face as void of expression as a stone mask. George was leaning forward, his elbows on the table, his eyes on the boy in a fixed stare. "What was it you saw, Dannie?" said the chief, his voice sounding deep as an organ after that moment of breathless hush. "Don’t be afraid to tell us." The boy spoke again, pressing back against his mother: "It was like an animal creepin’ along, crouched down——"