He blew out the candle and fell asleep, to dream of enemies that fled and mocked at him, embarrassed with an infant that hung like a millstone round his neck.
Within a month the affair of the bricklayer had blown over.

The police made inquiries, and arrested some of the Ivy Street Push, but released them for want of evidence.

In the hospital the bricklayer professed a complete ignorance of his assailants and their motive.

It was understood that he was too drunk to recognize anyone.
But it was his knowledge of Push methods that sealed his tongue.

No one would risk his skin by giving evidence.