Chapter 14
A POLICEMAN peremptorily stopped Herkomer at Twenty-third Street.
"I s'pose you think forty miles is crawlin', doncha?" he asked. Then his jaw dropped as He recognised the Commissioner. "Scuse me, sir," he began. "I didn't know—"
"Jump in here," Herkomer cut him short. "I don't want any other fools holding me up. Not that you didn't do your duty," he added hastily as the officer flushed at the epithet. "It's all right; jump in."
Hereafter, nearsighted policemen, not recognising their chief and not granting him the right of way over all traffic, would yield to the blue uniform of the traffic-officer. As for the cross-town corner whence Herkomer had dragged the guardian of the law— well, Twenty-third Street must look after itself. Wall Street needed the Commissioner more than
