“Policing this city,” he said, in a booming voice, “is a special kind of matter that is different from a lot of places. People come here to enjoy themselves. We’ve got to take that into consideration.
“There’s restrictions we’ve got to enforce, and the more sensible they are, the better. That’s what I’ve found out. It’s up to you, gentlemen, to decide what you want done, and I’m the fellow to do it. But if I can help by giving any suggestions, I’ll do it when I’m called on.”
Yates looked around him questioningly. He seemed to be awaiting interrogation. A sharp-faced man seated beside the mayor took up the opportunity immediately. This was Louis Helwig, one of the principal promoters of Seaview City.
“What about the closing hours on night clubs?” he questioned.
“There’s an ordinance says one o’clock,” responded the police chief. “It hasn’t been regularly enforced. The way it’s worded don’t make it official, unless we want to put the clamps on. Then we’ve got it to use.”
“Can you use it?”
“Yes.”
“On what basis?”
“On complaints. It don’t affect any except the ones we’ve got the complaints on.”
“That appears satisfactory.” Louis Helwig nodded as he spoke.