"Just drop that big-bully stuff.

We merely got caught, that's all." Olson glared at him.
"Name ?" he snapped.
Amory gave his name and New York address.
"And the lady ?" "Miss Jill--" "Say," cried Olson indignantly, "just ease up on the nursery rhymes.
What's your name?
Sarah Murphy?
Minnie Jackson ?" "Oh, my God!" cried the girl cupping her tear-stained face in her hands.
"I don't want my mother to know.

I don't want my mother to know." "Come on now!" "Shut up!" cried Amory at Olson.
An instant's pause.
"Stella Robbins," she faltered finally.

"General Delivery, Rugway, New Hampshire." Olson snapped his note-book shut and looked at them very ponderously.
"By rights the hotel could turn the evidence over to the police and you'd go to penitentiary, you would, for bringin' a girl from one State to 'nother f'r immoral purp'ses--" He paused to let the majesty of his words sink in.

"But--the hotel is going to let you off." "It doesn't want to get in the papers," cried Jill fiercely.