“Grand larceny.”
“What kind of grand larceny?”
The little runner, Shorty, stepped up and said: “Pickpocket, captain.”
“Where do you belong?” Murphy continued.
“Chicago.”
“What’s your name?”
“James Brown.”
“You’re from Chicago, eh? And your name is Brown? What do they call you? What’s your monoger?”
The little runner stepped up again and said: “‘Chi Jimmy,’ captain.”
“Chi Jimmy, eh? Pickpocket, eh? The rock crusher for you,” said the captain. “Maybe you’ll be ‘Chi’ a few fingers before you get out.”