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By Harold Carter.
(Copyright "by Wr-CLChapman.)
Hogan had "squealed"."
There could not be any greater
crime in the policeman's decalogue.
And nobody had thought it possible
of Hogan. Only six months on the
police force, he had already begun to
attract attention as a clean, sprucely
dressed, smart patrolman. He was
Another Bullet Spun Past .His
just the kind of man who would oc
cupy a sergeant's desk some day.
And now he had "squealed."
It was at the inquiry about Pat
Grady, who had been given the "third
degree" in the station house. The
jother- policemen, had denied, all
knowledge of it, but Hogan had cor
roborated Grade's testimony word
for word, though the man was a mis
erable sneak thief, without a friend
in the world.
"What did you do it for, Hogan?"
they asked him afterward. And Ho
gan answered that he had never told
a lie and was not going to begin.
That was the beginning of the boy
cott. But there were worse things
than that. Hogan could never be
sure, when he went to his cot in the
station house, that he would not
wake to find himself on the floor,
with the bed legs sawed through. Or
that his locker would not have been
broken into. Or that his uniform
would not be a.mass of tattered rags.
Or his white helmet painted green.
Or his gloves fingerless. Or some
thing worse. ;
He meant to stick it out .for Nora's
sake. Nora was to arrive from Ire
land the following month, and they
were to be married at once. If he
gave up he did not know what sort
of job he would be able to get. It
wotild mean, not only the postpone
ment of their marriage, but a career
Hogan was thinking all that over
as he went on duty. James, who pa
trolled to his corner on the avenue,
had been a good friend to him in the
first days of his duty, when he was a
green patrolman, but there were no
more friendly chats on the street cor
ner when the men met on their pa
trol. James passed him as though
he did not see him. Who was going
to speak to Hogan, except on mat
ters of duty. Who would be seen
talking to a Squealer."
Hogan resumed his solitary beat.
He was walking with -squared shoul
ders and trying to look his future in
the face. He knew that it would take
him years to live down his reputation,
if he ever did. If it were not for
Nora he would get off the force.
It was the sound of James' night
stick upon the sidewalk. There is no