The Screaming Child

The man trampled calmly over the child's body and left her screaming on the ground. He was perfectly cool, and made no resistance, but gave me one look so ugly that it brought out the sweat on me like running. Every time he looked at my prisoner, I saw that saw bones turned sick, and white with a desire to kill him. We told the man we could, and would make such a scandal out of this, that should make his name stink from one end of London to the other. If he had any friends or any credit, we undertook that he should lose them. And all the time as we were pitching him in red-hot, we were keeping the women