"
Then, paying no attention to Peter's wailings, he took him by the
back of the collar and marched him down the hall again, and turned
him over to one of the policemen. "Take this man to the city jail,"
he said, "and put him in the hole, and keep him there until I come,
and don't let him speak a word to anybody. If he tries it, mash his
mouth for him." So the policeman took poor sobbing Peter by the arm
and marched him out of the building.
Section 5
The police had got the crowds driven back by now, and had ropes
across the street to hold them, and inside the roped space were
several ambulances and a couple of patrol-wagons. Peter was shoved
into one of these latter, and a policeman sat by his side, and the
bell clanged, and the patrol-wagon forced its way slowly thru the
struggling crowd. Half an hour later they arrived at the huge stone
jail, and Peter was marched inside. There were no formalities, they
did not enter Peter on the books, or take his name or his finger
prints; some higher power had spoken, and Peter's fate was already
determined. He was taken into an elevator, and down into a basement,
and then down a flight of stone steps into a deeper basement, and
there was an iron door with a tiny slit an inch wide and six inches
long near the top.
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