Annie hesitated a moment and glanced at Mr. Jeffries. Then she said hesitatingly: "That I--I cannot say--now." Captain Clinton's massive bulldog jaw closed with an ominous click. "Decline to answer, eh? What's her name?" She remained silent. "What's her name?" he repeated impatiently. "I cannot tell you," she said firmly. "Do you know it?" he bellowed. "Yes," she answered quietly. "Know it, but can't say, eh? Hum!" He folded his arms and glared at her. Mr. Jeffries now interfered. Addressing Annie angrily, he said: "But you must speak! Do you realize that my son's life is at stake?" "Yes, I do," she replied quickly. "I'm glad to see that you are beginning to realize it, too. But I can't tell you yet----" The judge turned to the police captain. "I may tell you, captain, that even I myself have not succeeded in learning the name of this mysterious personage." Addressing Annie, he said: "I think you had better tell us. I see no advantage in concealing it any further." Annie shook her head. "Not yet," she murmured; "she will tell you herself when she comes." "Ha! I thought as much!" exclaimed the banker incredulously. The captain rose and drew himself up to his full height, a favorite trick of his when about to assert his authority. "Well, when she does come!" he exclaimed, "I think you may as well understand she will be taken to headquarters and held as a witness." [Illustration: "WHEN THIS MYSTERIOUS WITNESS DOES COME I SHALL PLACE HER UNDER ARREST."] "You'll arrest her!" cried the lawyer. "That's what I said, judge. She a material witness--the most important one the State has. I don't intend that she shall get away----" "Arrest her! Oh, judge, don't let him do that!" exclaimed Annie in dismay. Judge Brewster grew red in the face. Wrathfully he said: "She is coming to my house of her own free will. She has trusted to my honor----" "Yes--yes!" cried Annie. "She trusts to your honor, judge." Captain Clinton grinned. "Honor cuts mighty little ice in this matter. There's no use talking. I shall place her under arrest." "I will not permit such a disgraceful proceeding!" cried the lawyer. "With all due respect, judge," retorted the policeman impudently, "you won't be consulted. You have declared yourself counsel for the man who has been indicted for murder--I didn't ask you to take me into your confidence--you invited me here, treated me to a lecture on psychology, for which I thank you very much, but I don't feel that I need any further instruction. If this woman ever does get here, the moment she leaves the house Maloney has instructions to arrest her, but I guess we needn't worry. She has probably forgotten her appointment. Some people are very careless in that respect." Moving toward the door, he added: "Well, if it's all the same to you, I'll wait downstairs. Good night." He went out, his hat impudently tilted back on his head, a sneer on his lips. The banker turned to the judge.