“That’s interesting, Murdoch,” Watters said. “Do the beat police know of any new shebeens opening up?”
“I don’t know if the assault was drink-related,” Murdoch said. “The beat constable found a fellow called Naughton lying in the gutter, beaten senseless. He was a decent man, an honest publican. ”He sucked on an empty pipe, looking at Watters suggestively. “Oh, thank you kindly,” he said as Watters passed over a quarter-inch of tobacco. “I thought you had curtailed the flow of kill-me-deadly with your raid on MacBeth’s Castle.”
“So did I,” Watters said, “but I did not catch the Captain. ”He thought of Gordon, sitting in his cell. I’ll have to decide what to do with that man.
I’ll have to decide what to do with that man.Murdoch grunted. “You must cut off the head and roots, or the weeds
