Good-by." And he touched his hat, passing up the street with his long, even stride, the skirt of his black cassock clinging to his knees.
The arrest, so far as could be seen from Mike's general deportment, had not troubled that gentleman in the least.

He had nodded pleasantly to the captain, who, in return, had frowned severely at him while the father of the boy was making the complaint; had winked good-naturedly at him the moment the accuser had left the room; had asked after Kitty and John, motioned to him to stay around until somebody put in an appearance to go bail, and had then busied himself with more important matters.

A thick-set man, in a brown suit and derby hat, accompanied by an officer and another man, had brought in a frail woman, looking as if life were slowly ebbing out of her; and the four were in a row before his desk.
The usual questions were asked and answered by the detective and the clerk--the nature of the charge, the name and address of the party robbed, the name and address of the accused--and the entries properly made.
During the hearing, the frail woman had stood with bent head, dazed and benumbed.

When her name was asked, she had made no answer nor did she give her residence.

"I am an Englishwoman," was all she had said.
Mike, now privileged to enjoy the freedom of the room, had been watching the proceedings with increasing interest, so much so that he had edged up to the group, as close as he dared, where he could get the light full on the woman.