Murphy handed over his $10 in bail, received his receipt slip and stepped to one side to wait for John.
"Gallant—John Gallant," said John, following Murphy's lead.
"Ten bucks," said the desk sergeant.
"No, I mean what am I arrested for?"
"Oh, you're particular, are you? Well, it's loitering in a gambling resort and playing the handbook. I suppose you'll ask for a jury trial?" inquired the officer, with pretended politeness.
He produced his $10 and was given a receipt. Murphy tugged at his arm.
"Come on," he whispered. "Da sooner we get back da better."
John followed him out into the street. Turning to the right, Murphy walked rapidly down First street toward Broadway, his arm hooked to John's.
"Now, Murphy," he said, "tell me what's this all about—what are you going to do?"