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The "fixed post" increases the efficiency of the service, but it is a bitter ordeal on the men. Officer 4434 shivered under his great coat. He pulled the storm hood of his cap closer about his neck as he muttered an opinion, far from being as cold as the biting blast, concerning the Commissioner who had installed the system.
The expression of the magistrate, the same look of sympathetic misery on the face of the matron, and even on many of the detectives, automatons who had chanted this same official requiem of dead souls, years of nights ... not a sombre tone of the gruesome picture was lost to Burke's keen eyes. "Some one has to pay; some one has to pay! I wonder who?" muttered Officer 4434 under his breath.
"Where did you get him, Burke?" "He tried to make a quiet getaway through the rescue department of the Purity League," answered Officer 4434. "I nabbed him as he came up the fire-escape from this floor." "Where is Trubus?" "He has gone home, so one of the stenographers tells me." "Then we will get him, too. Hurry now. White, I leave you in charge of this place.
The man whirled the woman about roughly. She uttered a subdued moan of pain, and 4434, as he softly approached them, his footfalls muffled by the blanket of white, could hear her pleading in a low tone with the man. "Aw, kid, I ain't got none ... I swear I ain't... Oh, oh ... ye know I wouldn't lie to ye, kid!" "Nix, Annie. Out wid it, er I'll bust yer damn arm!"
Officer 4434 took the letter over to the doctor's student lamp and read with amusement: "DEAR SIR The Purity League is waging the great battle against sin. "You are doubtless aware that in this glorious work it is necessary for us to defray office and other expenses. Whatever tithe of your blessings can be donated to our Rescue Fund will be bread cast upon the waters to return tenfold.
The list was headed with the simple dedication in the full, round hand which Burke recognized as that of Captain Sawyer: "To the Prince of all the Rookies and his Princess, from his brother cops. God bless you, Bobbie Burke, and Mrs. Bobbie." Ex-officer 4434 Burke blinked and hugged his happy fiancée delightedly. "What's in that old bandbox, Bob?" asked Lorna.
"Jimmie, I ain't raised a nickel to-night ... dere ain't even a sailor out a night like dis... Oh, oh, kid, don't treat me dis way..." Her voice died down to a gasp of pain. Officer 4434 was within ten feet of the couple by this time. He recognized the type though not the features of the man, who had now wrenched the woman's arm behind her so cruelly that she had fallen to her knees, in the snow.
In the back of the room a stout man in a fur overcoat arose. It was Shultberger. He came down the aisle. As he did so, unnoticed by Officer 4434, three of Shultberger's companions arose and quietly left the courtroom by the front entrance. "Oxcuse me, Chudge, but may I offer bail for my friend, little Jimmie?"
After you have all this prepared, Mary, you must start the mechanism going, and then get the reproduction of the conversation as it comes on the dictagraph." "All right, father but how shall we get it there without Mr. Trubus knowing about it? He is very watchful of that room." Barton patted Bobbie's broad shoulder, with a confident smile. "I think Officer 4434 can devise a way for that.
This struck 4434 as curious. He knew that Shultberger was the guardian angel of the neighborhood toughs in time of storm and trouble. Yet he was anxious to do his duty. "What's the trouble? Are they starting anything?" The saloon man shook his head as he started back to his café. "Oh, no. But ve all know vot a fighter you vos to-day. De papers is full mit it. Dey've got purty picture of you, too.
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