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Hilda nervously laced and unlaced her fingers. "Only here," she answered after a pause. "Ah, yes you did. Come now, lady. Speak the truth. You saw him at Meinert's." Hilda started violently. The detectives exchanged significant glances. "No," she protested. "I saw him only here." "Were you out of the store this afternoon?" A long pause, then a faint "Yes." "Where did you go?" Casey added.
The blood flew to Hilda's face, then left it. "To Meinert's," she answered. "But only as far as the door." "Oh!" said Casey sarcastically, and O'Rourke laughed. "It's no use to hold back, lady," continued Casey. "We know all about your movements. You went in Meinert's in at the family entrance." "Yes," replied Hilda. She was shaking as if she were having a chill.
Almost mechanically she left the shop, went to Sixth Street and to the "family entrance" of Meinert's beer-garden. She went into the little anteroom and, with her hand on the swinging door leading to the sitting-room, paused like one waking from a dream. "I must be crazy," she said half aloud. "He's a scoundrel and no good can come of my seeing him. What would Otto think of me?
"That's her," answered Wielert. "I see her often. She live across the street from Meinert's." "Officer, bring the woman forward," commanded the magistrate. Sophie, blue with terror, was almost dragged to the platform beside Hilda. Hilda looked stunned, dazed. "Speak out!" ordered the magistrate. "You have heard what this witness testified." Sophie was weeping violently.
Both heard her father's voice in the hall leading to the sitting-room. "You must go," she cried, hastily retreating. "Hilda," he pleaded rapidly, "there is something I must say to you. I can not say it here. Come over to Meinert's as soon as you can. I shall be in the sitting-room. Just for a moment, Hilda. It might save my life. If not that, it certainly would make my death happier."
"But just to the door, then home again." "Now, that won't do," said Casey roughly. "You'd better tell the whole story." "Tell them all about it, Hilda," interposed her father in an agonized tone. "Don't hold back anything." "Oh father Otto it was nothing. I didn't go in. He Mr. Feuerstein came here, and he looked so sick, and he begged me to come over to Meinert's for a minute.
Half a block down, in front of Meinert's, a crowd was surging, was filling sidewalk and street. When they came to the edge of it, Casey suddenly said "In here" and took her by the arm. All went down a long and winding passage, across an open court to a back door where a policeman in uniform was on guard. "Did you get her, Mike?" said the policeman to Casey. "Here she is," replied Casey.
"It's all a mistake," she cried in a low, choked voice. "I was scared. I didn't mean to tell the police Hilda was there. I was afraid they'd think I did it if I didn't say something." "Tell us what you saw." The magistrate's voice was severe. "We want the whole truth." "I was at our window. And I saw Hilda come along and go in at the family entrance over at Meinert's. And I'd seen Mr.
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