“You see,” explained the Honorable Alexander suavely, “the Chief of Police was speaking of you this morning. He had a good deal to say about you.”
Mr. Connors grinned, as one whose greatness has been duly recognized.
“Will yer give me best ter de Chief? Will yer tell ’im I’m well an’ doin’ business an’ I hopes he’s de same?”
“I shall be honored to do so,” declared the Honorable Alexander gravely. “I shall also look forward with pleasure to a meeting when all three of us shall be present—you, the Chief and I. But you haven’t told me how you came to recognize me.”
Mr. Connors smiled broadly.
“Yer name was printed in gold letters on yer pocket-book—an’ I kin read.”
“Oh,” murmured Mr. Burrow.
Mr. Connors waved his weapon with a gesture of energy.
“Let’s beat it,” he suggested. “Dis busted-up guy’s liable ter git homesick.”