"Don't cry any more.

It'll be all right--it'll be all right.

I'll--I'll fix it up somehow.

I haven't made any arrests yet, and--well, I'll take my chances.

I'll get the plate and turn it over to you to-morrow, only--only it's got to be destroyed in my presence." "Yes, yes!" she cried, trying to smile through her tears--and then she flung her arms around her son's neck again.