“Nothing!” Watters swore, banging the weighted end of his cane into his hand with stinging force. “Nothing! Seventy men involved, hours of work and what do we have to show for it? Three petty thieves, one lodging house manager who allowed in more men than he"s ticketed for and two assaults on a police officer doing his duty.”
“Don"t take on so, George,” Murdoch tried to console him. “Maybe you"ve scared the Mincer away from Dundee.”
“I don"t want him scared away,” Watters said. “I want him caught. I want him in manacles, sitting in a cold cell awaiting trial, conviction, and execution. That is one man I would happily watch swinging from the gallows.”
Murdoch raised his eyebrows. “That"s not like you, George. He"s got under your skin, hasn"t he?”
“He has,” Watters agreed. “Too much so.”
