Traffic in Souls
Annie began to pull back, and it looked as though some of the toughs would interfere. But Shultberger understood his business.
"Now, Annie, don't start nottings here. Go on vid de officer. I'll fix it up all right. But I don't vant my place down on de blotter. Who vas it--Jimmie?"
The girl began to cry, and gulped the glass of whiskey on the table as she finally yielded to the tug of the sergeant.
"Yes, it's Jimmie. An' he wasn't doin' a ting. Dese rookies is always makin' trouble fer me."
She sobbed hysterically as the sergeant walked her out. Shultberger patted her on the shoulder reassuringly.
"Dot's all right, Annie. I vouldn't let nodding happen to Jimmie. I'll bail him out and you too. Go along; dot's a good girl." He turned to his guests, and motioned to them to be silent.
The "professor," at the piano, used to such scenes, lulled the nerves of the company with a rag-time variation