You'll have enough to do caring for your own head, without looking after other people's." "I'm not one of that kind," answered Pinky, a little tartly; "and if there's any way to keep Flanagan from murdering another child, I'm going to find it out." "You'll find out something else first," said Norah, with a slight curl of her lip.
"What ?" "The way to prison." "Pshaw! I'm not afraid." "You'd better be.

If you appear against Flanagan, she'll have you caged before to-morrow night." "How can she do it ?" "Swear against you before an alderman, and he'll send you down if it's only to get his fee.

She knows her man." "Suppose murder is proved against her ?" "Suppose!" Norah gave a little derisive laugh.
"They don't look after things in here as they do outside.

Everybody's got the screws on, and things must break sometimes, but it isn't called murder.

The coroner understands it all.