Do you, Mr. District Attorney, whose business it is to send girls there?
But the District Attorney was not inclined to credit the confession.
It was as though already he was at the district attorney's throat.
The district attorney noticed with satisfaction that they were very few.
But upstairs, Gertrude was telephoning for the district attorney.
"Proceed to open the cause, Mr. District Attorney," continued the Judge.
If I ever run across him I'll bring him back and surrender him to the district attorney.
He saw the governor just as he had seen the district attorney—promptly.
Mr. District Attorney was apparently distressed, but resigned.
I'm just showing you that the district attorney's theory is a physical possibility.