"Out with it!" cried the man, and his face came close to Peter's,
his teeth gleaming as if he were going to bite off Peter's nose.
"Out with it! Quick! Who helped you?"

"My G-God!" said Peter. "I d-dunno what you mean."

"You dare lie to me?" roared the man; and he shook Peter as if he
meant to jar his teeth out. "No nonsense now! Who helped you make
that bomb?"

Peter's voice rose to a scream of terror: "I never saw no bomb! I
dunno what you're talkin' about!"

"You, come this way," said the man, and started suddenly toward the
door. It might have been more convenient if he had turned Peter
around, and got him by the back of his coat-collar; but he evidently
held Peter's physical being as a thing too slight for
consideration--he just kept his grip in the bosom of Peter's jacket,
and half lifted him and half shoved him back out of the room, and
down a long passage to the back part of the building. And all the
time he was hissing into Peter's face: "I'll have it out of you!
Don't think you can lie to me! Make up your mind to it, you're going
to come thru!"

The man opened a door. It was some kind of storeroom, and he walked
Peter inside and slammed the door behind him. "Now, out with it!" he
said. The man thrust into his pocket the printed circular, or
whatever it was--Peter never saw it again, and never found out what
was printed on it. With his free hand the man grabbed one of Peter's