“It was this way, Captain. I went to call on this here lady and that —— came in and wanted me to get out of the room. I——”
“What relation is this man to you?” inquires the sergeant, addressing the woman.
“Nothin’,” she replies blandly.
“Isn’t the other man your husband?”
Hell’s Kitchen
“No, he ain’t, the blank-blank-blank-blank ——” and you have a sweet string of oaths. “He’s a ——,” and she begins again to ardently describe the assailant. The man assists her as best he can.
“I thought so,” exclaims the officer vigorously. “Now, you two get the hell out of here, and stay out, before I club you both. Get on out! Beat it!”
“Ain’t you goin’ to lock him up?” demands the victim.
“I lock nothing,” vouchsafes the sergeant intolerantly. “Clear out of here, both of you. If I catch you coming around here any more I’ll give you both six months.”