All I get out of it is trouble.
The Italians make charges against my best friends for overspeeding and I have to fine them, and my best friends bring charges against the Italians for poaching, and when I fine the Italians, they send me Black Hand letters.

And now every day I'll be asked to issue a warrant for a German spy who is selecting gun sites.

And he will turn out to be a millionaire who is tired of living at the Ritz-Carlton and wants to 'own his own home' and his own golf-links.

And he'll be so hot at being arrested that he'll take his millions to Long Island and try to break into the Piping Rock Club.

And, it will be your fault!" The young justice of the peace was right.