to the automatic pistols of his partners rather than to the law. So the opposing parties would "shoot it out" between themselves.
Calvin reached the boulevard and ascended the slope of the bridge until, to north and south, he saw the city speckling the night from earth to sky.
"They've put together a lot of steel and stone," he said to himself, striking with his heel the steel and stone beneath him, "and call it a city, when murderers 'shoot it out' on the streets and they make a trial, when you bring a criminal to trial, a play performance."
He crossed the river and in the cold walked on, with his hatred for Chicago never so bitter as upon this night after he no longer could let himself doubt—for had he not shown it to others?—that the Royle girl was disreputable.
He entered a club and immediately went out again to avoid talking to friends; he dined alone in a strange restaurant, tormented by the sight of headlines of the evening papers which quoted his questions to the Royle girl together with her responses. He could suffer association with no one, yet he would not return to his rooms to be alone. He felt very homesick for Clarke's Ferry, astonishing as it was for homesickness to seize him now when he was thirty. When he dwelt upon his home, however, dissatisfactions persisted; he thought of his walk with Melicent and of the Barlow place taken over by a Greek, whereby he returned to the trial and to the Greek, Andreapolos, who was foreman of the jury and who had maintained throughout the day his external attitude, looking on and estimating, never giving his mind and his emotions into the keeping of Elmen or of the witness or of any other. ······· "You saw clearly," asked Calvin, "the man whom you say was with Adele Ketlar?"
