O'Donnell flushed. "Watch your step, young lady," he said as he turned
and walked away.

"I thought," said Jimmy, "that it was the customary practise to attempt
to mollify the guardians of the law."

"Mollify nothing," returned the girl. "None of these big bruisers knows
what decency is, and if you're decent to them they think you're afraid
of them. When they got something on you you got to be nice, but when
they haven't, tell them where they get off. I knew he wouldn't pinch me;
he's got nothing to pinch me for, and he'd have been out of luck if he
had, for there hasn't one of them got anything on me."

"But won't he have it in for you?" asked Jimmy.

"Sure, he will," said the girl. "He's got it in for everybody. That's
what being a policeman does to a man. Say, most of these guys hate
themselves. I tell you, though," she said presently and more seriously,
"I'm sorry on your account. These dicks never forget a face. He's got
you catalogued and filed away in what he calls his brain alongside of a
dip and--a"--she hesitated--"a girl like me, and no matter how high
up you ever get if your foot slips up will bob O'Donnell with these two
facts."

"I'm not worrying," said Jimmy. "I don't intend to let my foot slip in
his direction."

"I hope not," said the girl.

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