"Oh, proceed, gentlemen," said Glassford wearily, as if he were far above any such petty differences, and the spectators laughed, relishing these little passages between the lawyers. "Mr. Quinn," said Eades in a low, almost confidential tone, "confine yourself to the questions, please. Answer the last question." Quinn, flashing surly and reproachful glances at Marriott, replied: "Well, he asked about Kouka, where he was and all that, and he said, says he, ’I’m going to get him!’" The jury was listening intently. Even Glassford cocked his head. "I asked him what he meant, and he said he had it in for Kouka and was going to croak him." Archie had been leaning forward, his eyes fixed in an incredulous stare, his face had turned red, then white, and now he said, almost audibly: "Well, listen to that, will you!" "Sh!" said Marriott. Archie dropped back, and Marriott heard him muttering under his breath, marveling at Quinn’s effrontery. "Tell the jury what further, if anything, was said," Eades was saying. "Nothing much," said Quinn; "that was about all." "What did you do after that?" "I placed him under arrest." "Why?" "Well, I didn’t think it was safe for him to be around--feeling that way." "If he ain’t the limit!" Marriott heard Archie exclaim, and he began his whispered curses and objurgations again. In his excitement and impotent rage, Marriott was exceedingly irritable, and again he commanded Archie to be still. Eades paused in his examination, bit his lip, and winked rapidly as he thought. The atmosphere of the trial showed that a critical moment had come. Marriott, watching Eades out of the corner of his eye, had quietly, almost surreptitiously moved back from the table, and he sat now on the edge of the chair. The jurymen were glancing from Eades to Marriott, then at Quinn, with curious, puzzled expressions. "Mr. Quinn," said Eades, looking up, "when did you next see Koerner--if at all?" "On the next Tuesday after that." "Where?" "In the C. and M. railroad yards." "Who was with you, if any one?" "Detectives Kouka, and Officers Delaney and O’Brien, of the railroad, and Officers Flaherty, Nunnally, O’Toole and Finn--besides a lot of citizens. I don’t--" "That will suffice. And how came you--but first--" Eades interrupted himself. Marriott was still watching him narrowly, and Eades, it seemed, was postponing a question he feared to ask. "First, tell me--tell the jury--where Koerner was, and who, if anybody, was with him?" "Well, sir, this here fellow they call Curly--Jackson’s his name--he’s a thief--a yegg man as they call ’em--he was with him; they was running and we was chasing ’em." "And why were you chasing them?" "We had orders." "From whom?" "Inspector McFee." "What were those orders?" "Well, sir, there had been a report of that Flanagan job--" "Stop!" Marriott shouted. "We object."