“Vag him then.”
“What were you doing in that joint, anyway?” to me.
“I went in there to collect a milk bill, sir, and was waiting for the money when all this happened.”
“Where is the bill?”
I produced it.
“Do you work for this man?” he asked, after inspecting it.
“Yes, sir.”
“Why in hell didn’t you say so at the start?”
“I tried to, sir, but everybody told me to shut up. The policeman would not let me go out.”
He turned to the drunks and asked them if they had ten dollars to put up for bail to appear in the morning. They had, and the desk man took them into another room. I saw them no more. When he came back, Hayes said: