Mack: I tried to do business with F——. What is the matter with him?
Captain: He is a policeman. He wants his promotion by merit. (Even the Captain smiled.)
Mack: I'd give five centuries (five hundred dollars) if I could get to my summer residence in Asbury Park.
Captain: How long would it take you to get it?
Mack: (He, too, was laconic.) I got it on me.
Captain: Give it here.
Mack: It's a sure turn-out?
Captain: Was I ever known to go back on my word?
Mack handed the money over, and went over to court in the afternoon with F——. The Captain was there, and whispered to F——: "Throw him out." That nearly knocked F—— down, but he and Mack took a car, and he said to the latter: "In the name of everything how did you hypnotize the old man?" Mack replied, with a laugh: "I tried to mesmerize you in the same way; but you are working on your merits."
Mack was discharged, and F—— decided to be a diplomat henceforth. From an honest copper he became as clever a panther as ever shook coin from a gun. Isn't it likely that if a man had a large income he would never go to prison? Indeed, do you think that well-known guns could graft with impunity unless they had some one right? Nay! Nay! Hannah. They often hear the song of split half or no graft.