"We'll see," said the magistrate, giving her an encouraging smile. "If it is as you say, you certainly won't need counsel. Your rights are secure here." He looked at Captain Hanlon, who was also on the platform. "Captain," said he, "your first witness--the man who found the body." "Meinert," said the captain in a low tone to a court officer, who called loudly, "Meinert! Meinert!" A man stood up in the crowd. "You don't want me!" he shouted, as if he were trying to make himself heard through a great distance instead of a few feet. "You want--" "Come forward!" commanded the magistrate sharply, and when Meinert stood before him and beside Hilda and had been sworn, he said, "Now, tell your story." "The man--Feuerstein," began Meinert, "came into my place about half-past one yesterday. He looked a little wild--as if he'd been drinking or was in trouble. He went back into the sitting-room and I sent in to him and--" "Did you go in?" "No, your Honor." "When did you see him again?" "Not till the police came." "Stand down. I want evidence, not gossip. Captain Hanlon, who found the body? Do you know?" "Your Honor, I understood that Mr. Meinert found it." The magistrate frowned at him. Then he said, raising his voice, "Does ANY ONE know who found the body?" "My man Wielert did," spoke up Meinert. A bleached German boy with a cowlick in the center of his head just above his forehead came up beside Hilda and was sworn. "You found the body?" "Yes," said Wielert. He was blinking stupidly and his throat was expanding and contracting with fright. "Tell us all you saw and heard and did." "I take him the brandy in. And he sit and talk to himself. And he ask for paper and ink. And then he write and look round like crazy. And he make luny talk I don't understand. And he speak what he write--" Captain Hanlon was red and was looking at Wielert in blank amazement. "What did he write?" asked the magistrate. "A letter," answered Wielert. "He put it in a envelope with a stamp on it and he write on the back and make it all ready. And then I watch him, and he take out a knife and feel it and speak with it. And I go in and ask him for money." "Your Honor, this witness told us nothing of that before," interrupted Hanlon. "I understood that the knife--" "Did you question him?" asked the magistrate. "No," replied the captain humbly. And Casey and O'Rourke shook their big, hard-looking heads to indicate that they had not questioned him. "I am curious to know what you HAVE done in this case," said the magistrate sternly. "It is a serious matter to take a young girl like this into custody. You police seem unable to learn that you are not the rulers, but the servants of the people." "Your Honor--" began Hanlon. "Silence!" interrupted the magistrate, rapping on the desk with his gavel. "Proceed, Wielert. What kind of knife was it?"