At last I found an inspector of police on horseback, who agreed to get me to the stand if it took a leg.

He accordingly charged about 300 women and clubbed eight men--I counted them--and finally got me in.

He was very drunk but he was very good to me.
Once back from Chicago Richard divided his time between his desk at Franklin Square, his rooms on Twenty-eighth Street, and in quickly picking up the friendships and the social activities his trip to England had temporarily broken off.

Much as he now loved London, he was still an enthusiastic New Yorker, and the amount of work and play he accomplished was quite extraordinary.

Indeed it is difficult to understand where he found the time to do so much.