“ What are you going to do, officer?” Watson demanded.
“ Go on, beat it,” was the answer, “or I'll pull you sure.”
The civic righteousness of Carter Watson flamed up.
“ Mr. Officer, I protest—”
But at that moment the policeman grabbed his arm with a savage jerk that nearly overthrew him.
“ Come on, you're pulled.”
“ Arrest him, too,” Watson demanded.
“ Nix on that play,” was the reply.
“ What did you assault him for, him a peacefully eatin' his soup?”
II
Carter Watson was genuinely angry. Not only had he been wantonly assaulted, badly battered, and arrested, but the morning papers without exception came out with lurid accounts of his drunken brawl with the proprietor of the notorious Vendome. Not one accurate or truthful line was published. Patsy Horan and his satellites d
