The chief went on to ask Dick questions about the occupants of the other rooms, all of which Dick answered as well as he could; and for the next half-hour he heard the chief and his men tramping through the halls and knocking at doors. It was a false alarm, however; the gambler was not there. Dick was destined to meet the chief of police a few nights later under more pleasant circumstances. Stopping to take breath about midnight, an hour when the editor of The Daily Horseshoe was reasonably sure to be in his office, he stepped down into the next block to make the acquaintance of Mr. Mose Harrison, the man who was serenaded every evening in jail. “I’m glad to meet you,” Mr. Harrison said with great cordiality when Dick introduced himself. “I wish you had come in sooner. It will seem natural to you to be in a newspaper office and see the emblems of the profession about you;” and he waved his hand toward a rosette of rifles, swords, bowie-knives, and revolvers fastened to the wall behind his desk. “We don’t have quite so much ornamentation in our New York offices,” Dick laughed. “But perhaps you need them here more than we do.” “Yes, we do!” was the reply. “But things ain’t what they used to be. Why, I’ve seen the time-- Hold on though, I didn’t mean to be so inhospitable. There’s a saloon right next door; come and have a smile.” “Thank you; I never smile--not in that way,” Dick answered. And Mr. Harrison proceeded to finish his sentence. “I’ve seen the time when there was a man lookin’ for me in the next block below, and another in the block above; and it was sure death if I let ’em get the drop on me. And same to them--yes, hang it, Sumner, I meant just as well by them. We all meant business. Good-evenin’, chief; walk in and take a chair.” The chief of police walked in while the editor spoke. “Chief,” he went on, “this is Mr. Sumner of The New York Transport. Sumner, Mr. Gardner, our chief of police.” Dick and the chief both smiled as they looked at each other. “I have had the pleasure of meeting the chief before,” Dick said. “He brought six men and a revolver to my room to introduce him a night or two ago.” “Well, accidents will happen,” the chief laughed. “The joke was on me that time, I’ll admit. There’s a saloon right next do’, gentlemen; will you step out and take something?” “Wait until the paper goes to press, chief,” Harrison said, “and I’ll join you. Sumner don’t drink.” The chief had an item to give about some police case, and he soon went out. “Hang it, Sumner!” Harrison exclaimed, “I’ve got to have six or eight more paragraphs. I’ll put you in for one; you and your experience with the police. But I want somebody to turn down. I wish you’d tell me who else I can turn down to-night.” “What do you mean by ‘turn down’?” Dick asked; “I don’t quite understand you.”