An' didn't we see two women come in this house,--hey, Bill ?" "Sure--I was a block off, but I seen 'em plain as day," said Bill.
"So I guess," again the twist that proved him a policeman, "you'd better lead us to your pal." He pushed her before him, lighting the way with his flash-lantern, up stairways and back into the dining-room, where she turned on the one shaded electric bulb that had been left connected.

In Matilda all hope was gone; resistance was useless; fate had conquered.

And when the officer again demanded that she bring forth her accomplice, she dumbly and obediently made search; and finally brought Mrs.De Peyster forth from the china closet.
The officer pulled up Mrs.De Peyster's veil, and closely scanned her features; which, to be just to the officer, were so distorted that they bore little semblance to the Mrs.De Peyster of her portraits.
"Recognize her, Bill ?" he queried.
"Looks a bit like the pictures of Chicago Sal," said Bill.

"But I ain't ever handled her.

I guess she ain't worked none around New York." "Well, now," said the officer, with policial jocularity, "since you two ladies already got your hats on, I guess we'll just offer you our arms to the station." Mrs.De Peyster gave Matilda a look of frenzied appeal.