CHAPTER IAN ARREST
What do patrolmen think about during their long, solitary tours of duty at night? Take young Larry Harker, number X5667, he was thinking about girls. His beat included several of the quiet, elegant side streets lying east of the Avenue in the fashionable Fifties, and the hour was about ten thirty, that slack period midway between the departure and the return from evening entertainments. East Fifty-first Street offered nothing of interest to the eye, and Larry was driven in on himself. He was thinking pleasantly of girls.
…Peggy Bilton, comical little thing! Bright as a newly minted dime! How she could make a man laugh with her funny faces….Pretty too, like a fluffy kitten…. But was there anything to her…? Somehow you couldn’t see her cooking good meals, and making a ma
