He answered regretfully: "Nothing."
"They're coming this way. The man who had the carnation is with them.
You better beat it."
"Nope. I like it here."
She shook her head, but the flame was blowing high now in her eyes. A hand fell on Harrigan's shoulder.
"Hey!" said the sergeant in a loud voice.
Harrigan turned slowly and the sergeant's hand fell away. The man of the carnation was far in the background.
"Well?"
"That flower. You can't get away with little tricks like that. You better be starting on. Move along."
Harrigan glanced slowly from face to face. The three policemen drew closer together as if for mutual protection.
"Please—honey!" urged the whisper of the girl.