Part 2 - Chapter 3 - Page 2

surprise when the policeman enrolled himself
among his customers.

"A straight whisky; for the night is bitter," said the police
officer. "I don't think we have met before, Councillor?"

"You'll be the new captain?" said McGinty.

"That's so. We're looking to you, Councillor, and to the other
leading citizens, to help us in upholding law and order in this
township. Captain Marvin is my name."

"We'd do better without you, Captain Marvin," said McGinty
coldly; "for we have our own police of the township, and no need
for any imported goods. What are you but the paid tool of the
capitalists, hired by them to club or shoot your poorer fellow
citizen?"

"Well, well, we won't argue about that," said the police officer
good-humouredly. "I expect we all do our duty same as we see it;
but we can't all see it the same." He had drunk off his glass
and had turned to go, when his eyes fell upon the face of Jack
McMurdo, who was scowling at his elbow. "Hullo! Hullo!" he
cried, looking him up and down. "Here's an old acquaintance!"

McMurdo shrank away from him. "I was never a friend to you nor
any other cursed copper in my life," said he.

"An acquaintance isn't always a friend," said the police captain,
grinning. "You're Jack McMurdo of Chicago, right enough, and
don't you deny it!"

McMurdo shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not denying it," said he.
"D'ye think I'm ashamed of my own name?"

"You've got good cause to be, anyhow."

"What the devil d'you mean by that?" he roared with his fists
clenched.

"No, no, Jack, bluster won't do with me. I was an officer in
Chicago before ever I came to this darned coal bunker, and I know
a Chicago crook when I see one."

McMurdo's face fell. "Don't tell me that you're Marvin of the
Chicago Central!" he cried.

"Just the same old Teddy Marvin, at your service. We haven't
forgotten the shooting of Jonas Pinto up there."

"I never shot him."

"Did you not? That's good impartial evidence, ain't it? Well,
his death came in uncommon handy for you, or they would have had
you for shoving the queer. Well, we can let that be bygones;
for, between you and me--and perhaps I'm going further than my
duty in saying it--they could get no clear case against you, and
Chicago's open to you to-morrow."

"I'm very well where I am."

"Well, I've given you the pointer, and you're a sulky dog not to
thank me for it."

"Well, I suppose you mean well, and I do thank you," said McMurdo
in no very gracious manner.

"It's mum with me so long as I see you living on the straight,"
said the captain. "But, by the Lord! if you get off after this,
it's another story! So good-night to you--and