"I don't know whether Riley had better see me here," he said. "Rose's house is on his regular beat."
"All the more reason to sit tight," replied the comprehending O'Malley. "What's the use of gettin' square with a person unless the person knows who done it?"
"But I am not sure that Riley would be a safe man to confide this to. He's naturally a friend of Rose's."
"He's more of a friend of mine."
The officer entered a minute later, his flushed face gravely attentive, his helmet in his hand.
"Riley," said O'Malley, "you know this Légère woman."
"I do that, Mr. O'Malley, sir."
"Well, she's been gettin' too gay. When you go off duty, you tell Jim to have her place pinched to-night."
Riley's cheeks became a shade less red.
"It's sorry I am to hear, sir, that she's been misbehavin' of herself," he murmured.