"Everybody's against a fool that had rather be crooked than straight," returned the officer.
Nucky, his face sullen, descended from the chair, paid the boy and headed up MacDougal Street toward the Square.
A tall, dark woman, dressed in black entered the Square as Nucky crossed from Fourth Street. Nucky overtook her.
"Are you comin' round to-night, Liz?" he asked.
She looked at him with liquid brown eyes over her shoulder.
"Anything better there than there was last night?" she asked.
Nucky nodded eagerly. "You'll be surprised when you see the bird I got lined up."
Liz looked cautiously round the park, at the children shouting on the wet pavements, at the sparrows quarreling in the dirty snow drifts. Then she started, nervously, along the path.
"There comes Foley!" she exclaimed. "What's he doin' off his beat?"
"He's seen us now," said Nucky. "We might as well stand right here."