"Many's the time I've met yuh goin' down the Avenoo with your heels
clickin' an' your head high," came the rich brogue of Nora O'Flannigan.
"An' I've said to myself, sez I, who's the handsome officer that sets
off his uniform so gr-rand?"
The girl leaned on her mop and gave the policeman a slant glance out of
eyes of Irish brown. It was not Nora's fault that she was as pretty a
colleen as ever came out of Limerick, but there was no law that made
her send such a roguish come-hither look at the man in blue.
He beamed. He was as pleased as a cat that has been stroked and fed
cream.
"Well, an' yuh 're not the only wan that notices, Miss Nora. I'm a
noticin' lad mesilf. An' it's the truth that I'd be glad enough to
meet yuh some fine evenin' when I'm off duty. But about this
strong-arm guy that tied up the janitor. The Swede says he went into
wan av these houses. Now here's the wet color from his suit that ran
over the steps. He musta come up here."
"Before he ran down the street. Sure, an' that's just what he done.
Yuh're a janious, officer."
"Maybe he got into the house somehow."
"Now, how could he do that? With all av us upstairs and down."
"I don't say he did. But if I was to just take a look inside so as to
report that I'd searched--"
"Och! Yuh 'd be wastin' your time, officer."
"Sure, I know that. But for the report--"
The young woman in the riding costume chose this moment to open the
door and saunter out.
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