"Aside from the entertainment afforded by the fun and nonsense of the stories, there is here and there a deep note struck that makes them worth considering seriously, a note of sympathy for the under dog, of pity and understanding for the poor wretches who are down, that gives the tales a strong human appeal."--Philadelphia Telegraph.
the desk before him. Then he raised his eyes and scrutinized McAllister's face. Suddenly he jumped to his feet.
[Illustration: "Do you know who you've caught?"]
"Well, of all the luck!" he exclaimed. "Do you know who you've caught? It's Fatty Welch!"
How he had managed to live through the night that followed McAllister could never afterward understand. Locked in a cell, alone, to be sure, but with no light, he took off his dripping coat and threw himself on the wooden seat that served for a bed. It was about six inches too short. He lay there for a few moments, then got wearily to his feet and began to pace up and down the narrow cell. His legs and abdomen, which had been the recipients of so much attention, pained him severely. The occupant of the next apartment, awakened by our friend's arrival, began to show irritation. He ordered McAllister in no gentle language to abstain from exercise and go to sleep. A woman farther down the corridor commenced to moan drearily to herself.
This is really a series of short stories, though they can be regarded as chapters of two books, featuring:
The clubman, McAllister.
The deputy assistant district attorney, Dockbridge.
This set is not as quite as funny and well-crafted as the later "Tutt and Mr Tutt" but a very enjoyable read, nevertheless.