“Will ye name the day, d-d-d-ar”–––
He stopped and looked round about him fearfully, for Sergeant McGinnis was due on his rounds and Sergeant McGinnis, though married, had an eye like a hawk for a pretty girl and a tongue like an adder for a patrolman caught sparking.
Rose’s eyes flashed and her lips drew taut. She started forward, but turned her head to face Phelan as she walked away.
“I’ll give you an answer, Michael,” she said in parting, “when ye may set up your own home for your own”–––
That was all Phelan heard and possibly all that the young woman uttered, for just then Master Croesus set up a bawl that was most common and vulgar in its utter lack of restraint. There could be no more to the interview that day with young Master Croesus in such vociferous mood, so Officer 666 turned away with a heaving sigh and plodded dolefully along on his beat.