is mostly strings and flaps. Yes, the looks of the general man is agreeable to Clancy.
“I asks him, delicate, if, by any chance, he brought away anybody’s money with him from Guatemala. He sighs and humps his shoulders against the bench. Not a cent. All right. Maybe, he tells me, some of his friends in the tropic outfit will send him funds later. The general was as clear a case of no visible means as I ever saw.
“I told him not to move from the bench, and then I went up to the corner of Poydras and Carondelet. Along there is O’Hara’s beat. In five minutes along comes O’Hara, a big, fine man, red-faced, with shinin’ buttons, swingin’ his club. ’Twould be a fine thing for Guatemala to move into O’Hara’s precinct. ’Twould be a fine bit of recreation for Danny to suppress revolutions and uprisin’s once or twice a week with his club.
“‘Is 5046 workin’ yet, Danny?’ says I, walkin’ up to him.
“‘Overtime,’ says O’Hara, lookin’ over me suspicious. ‘Want some of it?’
“Fifty-forty-six is the celebrated city ordinance au-
