"Crown, Boss. I done see him do um," Peter cried in utter panic.
The man laughed shortly. "I thought so," he said. Then he turned to Porgy.
"You saw it too, eh!"
There was panic in Porgy's face, and in his lap his hands had clinched upon each other. But his eyes were fixed upon the paving. He drew a deep breath, and waited.
A flare of anger swept the face above him. "Come. Out with it. I don't want to have to put the law on you."
Porgy's only answer was a slight tremor that shook the hands in his lap. The detective's face darkened, and sweat showed under his hat-brim. Suddenly his temper bolted.
"Look at me, you damned nigger!" he shouted.
Slowly the sitting figure before him relaxed, almost it seemed, muscle by muscle. At last the hands fell apart, and lay flexed and idle. Finally Porgy raised eyes that had become hard and impenetrable as onyx. They met the angry glare that beat down upon them without flinching. After a long moment, he spoke slowly, and with great quietness.
"I ain't know nuttin' 'bout um. I been
