Maggie Shane glared after him for a minute, then she ran quickly down the stairs and into a grocery store a few doors west, where she asked if she might use the telephone.

“Gimme West 2063,” she demanded of the operator, and a moment later:  “Is this Lake Street?”

“Well say, Billy Byrne’s back.  I just see him.”

“Yes an’ never mind who I am; but if youse guys want him he’s walkin’ west on Grand Avenoo right now.  I just this minute seen him near Lincoln,” and she smashed the receiver back into its hook.

Billy Byrne thought that he would look in on his mother, not that he expected to be welcomed even though she might happen to be sober, or not that he cared to see her; but Billy’s whole manner of thought had altered within the year, and something now seemed to tell him that it was his duty to do the thing he contemplated.  Maybe he might even be of help to her.

But when he reached the gloomy neighborhood in which his childhood had been spent it was to learn that his mother was dead and that another family occupied the tumble-down cottage that had been his home.

If Billy Byrne felt any sorrow because of his mother’s death he did not reveal it outwardly.  He owed her nothing but for kicks and cuffs received, and for the surroundings and influences that had started him upon a life of crime at an age when most boys are just entering grammar school.

Really the man was relieved that he had not had to see her, and it was with a lighter step that he turned back to retrace his way along Grand Avenue.  No one of the few he had met who recognized him had seemed particularly delighted at his return.  The whole affair had been something of a disappointment.  Therefore Billy determined to go at once to the Lake Street Station and learn the status of the Schneider murder case.  Possibly they had discovered the real murderer, and if that was the case Billy would be permitted to go his way; but if not then he could give himself up and ask for a trial, that he might be exonerated.

As he neared Wood Street two men who had been watching his approach stepped into the doorway of a saloon, and as he passed they stepped out again behind him.  One upon either side they seized him.

Billy turned to remonstrate.

“Come easy now, Byrne,” admonished one of the men, “an’ don’t make no fuss.”

“Oh,” said Billy, “it’s you, is it?  Well, I was just goin’ over to the station to give myself up.”

Both men laughed, skeptically.  “We’ll just save you the trouble,” said one of them.  “We’ll take you over.  You might lose your way if you tried to go alone.”

Billy went along in silence the rest of the way to where the patrol waited at another corner.  He saw there was nothing to be gained by talking to these detectives; but he found the lieutenant equally inclined to doubt his intentions.  He, too, only laughed when Billy assured him that he was on his way to the station at the very instant of arrest.