It's a cop! Don't tell him--say you won't tell him--
say it! SAY IT!"

Felix gripped his wrist. "Pull yourself together and
keep still."

The officer, who was idly swinging a club as if for
companionship along his lonely beat, stopped short.
"Any trouble, sir?" he said as soon as he had Felix's
outline and bearing clear.

"No, thank you, officer. Only a friend of mine
who needs a little looking after. I'll take care of
him."

"All right, sir," and he passed on down the narrow
street.

The man gave a long breath and staggered against
the wall. Felix caught him by his trembling shoulders.
"Now, brace up. The first thing you need is something
to eat. There is a restaurant at the corner. Come with
me."

"They won't let me in."

"I'll take care of that."

Felix entered first. "What is there hot this time of
night, barkeeper?"