“How long was it before you got to your room after you left Madam Singleton’s?” asked the lawyer. “Oh, I walked around for an hour or two.” “Oh, you did, eh? Why, you probably had your pocket picked on the street.” The big captain roared out a laugh and said to the lawyer: “It must have been an Emporia, Kansas, pickpocket. No Missouri dip would take his roll, extract two fifty-dollar bills, and put the rest back in his pocket.” The lawyer appeared to get angry. “You’ve searched everybody but me.” He turned to the hog man fiercely. “Do you want me searched?” “No, I don’t.” “Well, I want you searched. You are just the kind of a yap that gets up in the middle of the night and hides his money so carefully that he has to have a policeman find it for him in the morning. Go ahead and search him,” he said to the detective. “All right, go ahead,” said the hog man. The detective went through his trousers carefully, placing everything on a counter, then through his vest, then into his inner coat pocket. No money. Then, as an afterthought, just to make a good job of it, he felt in the coat pockets. In the first one was a bag of tobacco, and as he pulled a handkerchief from the last coat pocket two bills fluttered to the floor. The lawyer stooped, picked up the two bills, looked at them, and handed them to the captain. The hog man’s eyes bulged till they looked ready to fall out of his head. He was making a dry noise down in his throat that sounded like the quack of a duck. The captain handed him the bills. “Is this your money?” he scowled. After inspecting the bills and recovering his voice, the hog man said: “Yes, I think it is.” The lawyer plucked him by the lapel with one hand, and shook the other in his face. “You dirty little swine, get your property off that counter. Get out of here and back to your hog pastures before I have you locked up.” The dazed and thoroughly crushed victim hastily gathered up his things and went out with them in his hands. I was pop-eyed with amazement at this swift, smashing reversal of the situation. The two drunks beside me were but mildly interested. Nobody, from the captain down to Julia, the accused, seemed surprised. I could not understand why the whole crowd did not fall on the hog man and tear him to pieces. The captain disappeared into his office. The detective walked out to the sidewalk. The lawyer turned to Kate and the girls, bowing: “Madam, and ladies, shall we depart?” “It’s about time,” said the madam in a positive voice. “I’m hungry enough to eat a raw dog.” They all moved out into the street. I was left on the bench with the two drunks. The detective strolled back in. The desk man pointed to us. “What will I do with this outfit, Hayes?” Hayes appeared to be disgusted. “Oh, charge them with drunk.” “The kid’s not drunk.” “Vag him then.” “What were you doing in that joint, anyway?” to me.