A young man came up, touched
him on the arm and whispered to him. When he turned to go down the
alley the young man ran away up the street.
* * * * *
The powers that rule the first ward in Chicago were furious when the
identity of the dead man became known. The "boss," a mild-looking
blue-eyed little man in a neat grey suit and with a silky moustache,
stood in his office opening and closing his fists convulsively. Then
he called a young man and sent for Henry Hunt and a well known police
official.
For some weeks the newspapers of Chicago had been conducting a
campaign against vice. Swarms of reporters had over-run the ward.
Daily they issued word pictures of life in the underworld. On the
front pages of the papers with senators and governors and millionaires
who had divorced their wives, appeared also the names of Ugly Brown
Chophouse Sam and Carolina Kate with descriptions of their places,
their hours of closing and the class and quantity of their patronage.
A drunken man rolled on the floor at the back of a Twenty-second
Street saloon and robbed of his pocketbook had his picture on the
front page of the morning papers.
Henry Hunt sat in his office on Van Buren Street trembling with
fright. He expected to see his name in the paper and his occupation
disclosed.
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