Her face was drawn with pain.

In her eyes was the look of a being stricken to death.
"It is terrible!" she murmured, "that men so coarse and brutal as you should have the gift of speech.

I do not wish to ask for any mercy from you, but if I am to stay here and listen, you will speak only of facts." He shrugged his shoulders contemptuously.
"You should be hardened by this time," he said, "but I forgot that we had an audience.

It is always worth while to play a little to the gallery, isn't it?
Well, facts, then.

The boy is warned against you, and from to-day this house is watched by picked detectives.