Every window had its group. And as Trina and
the harness-maker tried to force the way from the door of the junk shop
the throng suddenly parted right and left before the passage of two
blue-coated policemen who clove a passage through the press, working
their elbows energetically. They were accompanied by a third man in
citizen's clothes.
Heise and Trina went back into the kitchen with the two policemen, the
third man in citizen's clothes cleared the intruders from the front room
of the junk shop and kept the crowd back, his arm across the open door.
"Whew!" whistled one of the officers as they came out into the kitchen,
"cutting scrape? By George! SOMEBODY'S been using his knife all right."
He turned to the other officer. "Better get the wagon. There's a box on
the second corner south. Now, then," he continued, turning to Trina and
the harness-maker and taking out his note-book and pencil, "I want your
names and addresses."
It was a day of tremendous excitement for the entire street. Long after
the patrol wagon had driven away, the crowd remained. In fact, until
seven o'clock that evening groups collected about the door of the junk
shop, where a policeman stood guard, asking all manner of questions,
advancing all manner of opinions.
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