"'Are you on the square, McCarthy?' he says.
"'Yes, Commissioner, I 'm on the square,' I tells him.
"'It's news to me they 's any one on the square,' the Commissioner laughs kind o' mean.
"'Tell me, McCarthy, were you ever mixed up with a woman?' I gets chilled all over, because I thinks some one's trying to frame me.
"'No, sir. Never,' I answers.
"'Then why were n't you?'
"'I don't know,' I says, 'except it was my people were from Ireland and brought me up their own way. When I was a kid, Commissioner, I could go to confession without holding out, and I guess I can do it to-day.'
"'Oh, you 're one of them good Irish cops,' he sneers. 'I heard tell on them, but I never met one before.'
"'Well, you meet him now.' I looks him cold in the eye. And then I 'm sorry, because I sees he means nothing. He 's just sore.
"'Well, square cop,' he says, 'I got a job for you. Anna Janssen,' he says, 'is found. A rich guy hides her and brings her to Tahiti on his yacht. She's there now. The French authorities,' he says, 'have made a pinch. Go get her.'