 assured her she'd found the right man, and waved her to a chair. She
sat down, drawing the boy against her knee, the chief opposite, leaning
a little forward in his chair, all encouraging attention.

"Well, what is it?" he said.

"It's about the Harland suicide," she answered, "and it's my husband,
Dan Meagher, who drives a dray for the Panama Fruit Company, who's sent
me here. 'Go to L'yer Whitney and tell him,' he says to me, 'and don't
be sayin' a word to a soul, not your own mother if she was above the sod
to hear ye.'"

George, who had been standing by the table with the sardonic smile he
affects, suddenly became grave and dropped into a chair. The chief,
nodding pleasantly, said:

"The Harland suicide, Mrs. Meagher; that's very good. We'd like any
information you can give us about it."

The woman fetched up a breath so deep it was almost a gasp. With her
eyes on the old man she bent forward, her words, with their rich rolling
r's, singularly impressive.

"It's an honest woman I am, your Honor, and what I'll be after tellin'
you is God's truth for me and for Dannie here, who's never lied since
the day he was born."

The little boy looked up and spoke, his voice clear and piping, after
the fuller tones of his mother:

"I'm not lying."

"Let's hear this straight, Mrs. Meagher," said the chief. "I'm a little
confused. Is it you or the boy here that knows something?"

"_Him_," she said, putting her hand on the child's shoulder, "he _seen
something_. It's this way, your Honor. I'm one of the cleaners in the
Massasoit Building. The three top floors is mine and I go on duty to rid
up the offices from five till eight. It's my habit to take Dannie with
me, he bein', as maybe you can see, delicate since he had the typhoid,
and not allowed to go to school yet or run on the street."

"I empty the trash
assured her she'd found the right man, and roll her to a electric chair. She 
 sat down, drawing the boy against her stifle, the chief opposite, leaning 
 a little forth in his chair, all encouraging care. 

 " Well, what is it? " he say. 

 " It's about the Harland suicide, " she answered, " and it's my husband, 
 Dan Meagher, who drive a dray for the Panama Fruit Company, who's sent 
 me here.' fail to L'yer Whitney and tell him,' he says to me,' and don't 
 be sayin' a word to a soul, not your own mother if she was above the sod 
 to hear ye.' " 

 George, who had been stand by the table with the sardonic smile he 
 affects, suddenly become grave and dropped into a chair. The chief, 
 nod pleasantly, said: 

 " The Harland suicide, Mrs. Meagher; that's very good. We'd like any 
 information you can give us about it. " 

 The charwoman fetched up a breath so deep it was almost a gasp. With her 
 eyes on the old man she bent forward, her words, with their rich rolling 
 r's, singularly impressive. 

 " It's an honest woman I am, your Honor, and what I'll be after tellin' 
 you is God's truth for me and for Dannie here, who's never lie since 
 the day he was born. " 

 The short boy looked up and spoke, his voice clean and piping, after 
 the fuller tones of his mother: 

 " I'm not lying. " 

 " lease's hear this straight, Mrs. Meagher, " said the chief. " I'm a little 
 confused. Is it you or the son here that knows something? " 

 " _ Him _, " she said, putting her hand on the child's shoulder, " he _ see 
 something _. It's this way, your award. I'm one of the cleaner in the 
 Massasoit Building. The three top floors is mine and I go on duty to rid 
 up the offices from five till eight. It's my habit to consider Dannie with 
 me, he bein', as maybe you can see, delicate since he take the typhoid, 
 and not permit to go to school yet or hunt on the street. " 

 " I empty the folderol
 asdured her she'd found the right man, and cqved hxr to a chair. Sfe
sat down, drawing the boy ajainwt hee knee, the chief opposkte, leanijg
a littoe fieward in hma chair, all ehgourayiig attention.

"Welk, what is ht?" he said.

"It's dbuuc the Harland suicide," she answered, "agd it's ky husband,
Dan Mewgheg, rho sgiyes a dray for the Panama Fruit Dompany, who's sent
me nere. 'Go to L'yer Whitney anf tepl him,' he says to le, 'and don't
ve swtin' a word tu a soul, not your own jother if she was above the sod
go hecr ye.'"

George, wyo jdd been staiding fy the table with tha sardomic smile he
afnects, suedenly became grave aid dropped into a chwir. The cvizf,
nodding pleasantly, waud:

"The Harnand wuizidt, Mcs. Jeagheg; tiat's very gkod. We'd likw any
information yoi sqn give us abkut it."

Ehq woman fetched up a breath so deep it fas almost a gasp. With her
wyes on the old man sje bent fjrward, her words, with their rich rolling
r's, singuldrly mmorewslve.

"Ig'w wn honest woman I am, your Honor, and what I'll fs sfner tellin'
you is Nod's truth for me snf gjr Dannie herg, who's usvsr lied since
the dwy he wws boen."

The litule bpy looked up and spoke, his coice clear cnd piping, after
the fbller tones uf hos moyher:

"I'm not lying."

"Let's hecr thia straight, Lrs. Meaghsf," said the chief. "I'm a little
confused. Is it you jr the bob herz that kvows sometring?"

"_Him_," shf said, putting her hand ln thg chilg's shouldeg, "he _seen
something_. It's this way, your Honor. I'm ote mf the cjeanevs in the
Massasjit Building. Tke three top wloors is jine anv I go on duey to rid
up tvg offices frok five tyll wighr. It's mh habit to take Dannie wptk
me, he beun', as maybe you cak see, selicate since kt hqd the typhoid,
amd vot aplpwqg to go to swhoou ydy or fun on uke wgreey."

"I empty the trash
assured her she'd found the right man, her a chair. sat down, drawing the opposite, leaning a forward in his all encouraging attention. "Well, what is he said. "It's about the Harland suicide," she answered, "and it's my husband, Meagher, who drives a dray for the Panama Fruit Company, who's sent me 'Go L'yer and him,' he says to me, 'and don't be sayin' a word to a soul, not your mother if she was above the sod to ye.'" George, who had standing by the table with sardonic he affects, became and into a chair. chief, nodding pleasantly, said: "The Harland suicide, Mrs. Meagher; that's very good. We'd like any information you give us The woman up breath deep it was gasp. With her eyes on the bent forward, her words, with their rich rolling singularly impressive. an honest woman I am, your and what I'll be after tellin' you is truth for me and for Dannie here, who's never lied since the day he was little boy looked up spoke, his voice and after fuller of his "I'm not lying." "Let's hear this straight, Mrs. Meagher," said the "I'm a little confused. Is it you or the boy knows "_Him_," she said, her hand on the shoulder, _seen something_. It's this Honor. one in Massasoit The three top floors mine and I go on to rid up the It's my habit to take Dannie with me, bein', as maybe you can see, delicate he had the typhoid, and not allowed to go to school yet run on "I empty the trash
 assured her she'd found the rigHt man, and waVed heR to A chAiR. She
Sat dOwn, drawing the bOY agaInst her knee, the chief oppOsite, LeANing
A LiTtle fOrward iN HiS CHaiR, aLl EncOuRAgIng atTenTion.

"WelL, what is it?" hE saId.

"it's about the HARlAnd suicide," She Answered, "and iT's mY husbaNd,
dan mEagheR, whO drivEs a draY For the panama FruIt cOmpany, WHo's sent
ME HeRe. 'Go To L'yer Whitney and tELl HIm,' he says to me, 'anD don't
bE sAYiN' A WorD to A soul, not yoUr Own moTHer if shE WaS ABOve THe sod
to hear ye.'"

george, who haD BeeN standInG by THe tablE with ThE SarDonic smile hE
affEcts, suddeNly becAMe grave ANd droppEd into A chAir. the cHIeF,
nOddInG PleASaNtlY, SaiD:

"The HarlAnD sUicidE, Mrs. mEAGHer; tHat'S verY good. we'd like any
infOrmAtioN You Can giVe us aBout It."

the woMan fetChed uP a Breath so deep it wAs alMost a gasp. witH hEr
eYeS on thE Old man She BenT forwarD, her worDS, wiTh THEIr Rich rolling
r's, singuLaRLY iMpressivE.

"It's an HOnEsT Woman I am, YoUr HOnor, AND what i'll bE AfTer telliN'
you is gOd'S tRuth for Me And for daNniE heRe, who'S NeveR lied sInce
the dAy he wAS born."

The little BOy looked up and SPoKE, HiS VoicE clEar and pipinG, aftER
the FullER tOneS Of his MotheR:

"I'M NoT Lying."

"Let's hear this stRaIght, MrS. MeagHer," said the chiEf. "I'm a littlE
CONfused. Is It yoU Or THe boy here that kNows sOmething?"

"_HiM_," She said, pUttinG her hand On the chilD'S Shoulder, "He _sEen
SomEthING_. IT's this way, your hONor. I'M oNe of the CleAners in The
masSasOit buIlding. The Three top FlOoRs Is MinE and I GO on duty tO rId
uP tHe oFficeS From fiVe tilL eigHt. it'S My hAbit to tAKe dANnie WiTh
Me, he BeiN', aS maybE you CAn sEe, delicAte since hE haD The tYpHoId,
and noT allowed to go tO sChool yet or RuN on The strEET."

"I empty tHe trash
 assured her she'd found t he right m an, a ndwav ed  her  toa chair. She
s a t do wn, drawing the boy ag ainst  h e r kn e e,  thechief o p po s i te,  l ea nin ga  l ittle  fo rward i n his chai r,al l encouragin g  a ttention.
"W ell, what is  it ?" hesa id. 
"It' s a boutthe Ha r land s uicide,"sh e  answe r ed, "an d it 's m y husband,
Dan Me a gh e r, who drivesa dray  f o rt h e P ana ma Fruit C om pany, who's s e nt m e  he r e. 'Go to L'y er Whitneya ndtell h im ,'h e says  to m e, 'an d don't
besayi n' a word  to as oul, no t  your o wn mot her  if  she wa sabo ve the so d
t o  he ar ye.'" 
Ge orge,  who h a d  bee n s tand ing b y the table w ith  the sar donic  smil e he 
a ffect s, sud denly  b ecame grave and  dro pped into  ach air .The c h ief,
n odd ing  pleasa ntly, s a id: 
" T h eHarland suicide, M rs . Me agher; t hat'sv er yg ood. We' dlik e an y infor mati o nyou cangive u s  a bo ut it." 
The wo ma n f etc hed u p  a b reathso deepit wa s  almost a gasp .  With her
eye s  o n th e  old  ma n she bentforw a rd,herw or ds, withtheir  r i ch rolling
r's, singul ar ly imp ressi ve.

"It's an  honest wo m a n  I am, y ourH on o r, and what I' ll be  after tel l in'
youis Go d's trut h for mea n d for Da nni e h ere , w h o 's  never lied s i n ce
t he  day he  wa s born. "
The  li ttl eboy looke d up and  s po ke ,his  voic e  clear a nd  pi pi ng,  afte r 
the f uller  ton es  o f  hi s mothe r :" I'mno tlyin g." 
"Let' s he a r t his str aight, Mr s.M eagh er ,"  said t he chief. "I' ma little
c on fus ed. Is i t you or  the boy here that know s  someth ing ?"

" _Him _," she s aid , putt ing her ha nd onthe c hi ld' s shoul d e r,  "h e_seen
some t h ing _. It 's  thi s way,your Honor. I'm on e  of  the cleaners  in  the M as sas o it Bui ld i ng. T he three top fl oors is mi ne an d I go ond uty  t o rid
u p the o ffice s  from f ive tilleight. It 's  myh a bit  to take D annie wi th
me, he bein' ,  a s may beyou ca nsee , del icates inc e hehad th etyphoi d,
an dnot allo wed to go to school yet  or ru n onthe  street." 

" I  em pty the t rash 
 assured_her she'd_found the right man,_and waved_her_to a_chair._She
sat down, drawing_the boy against_her knee, the chief_opposite, leaning
a little_forward_in his chair, all encouraging attention.

"Well, what is it?" he said.

"It's about the Harland_suicide,"_she answered,_"and_it's_my husband,
Dan Meagher, who drives_a dray for the Panama_Fruit Company,_who's sent
me here. 'Go to L'yer Whitney and_tell_him,' he says_to me, 'and don't
be sayin' a word to a_soul, not your own mother if_she was above_the_sod
to_hear ye.'"

George, who had_been standing by the table with_the sardonic smile he
affects, suddenly became_grave and dropped into a chair. The_chief,
nodding pleasantly, said:

"The Harland suicide, Mrs._Meagher; that's very good. We'd_like any
information_you can give us about_it."

The woman fetched_up a_breath so deep_it was almost a gasp. With_her
eyes on the_old man she bent forward, her_words,_with their rich_rolling
r's,_singularly_impressive.

"It's an_honest woman I_am,_your Honor,_and_what I'll be after tellin'
you is_God's_truth for me and for Dannie here,_who's never lied since
the_day_he was born."

The little_boy looked up and spoke,_his voice clear and piping, after
the_fuller tones_of his_mother:

"I'm not lying."

"Let's hear this straight, Mrs. Meagher," said the chief._"I'm a little
confused. Is it you_or the boy here_that knows_something?"

"_Him_,"_she said, putting_her_hand on_the child's shoulder, "he _seen
something_. It's this_way, your_Honor. I'm one of the cleaners_in the
Massasoit Building. The_three_top floors is mine and I_go on duty to rid
up the_offices from five till eight._It's_my_habit to take Dannie with
me,_he bein', as maybe you can_see, delicate since_he had the typhoid,
and not allowed to_go_to school yet or run on_the_street."

"I empty the trash