If he gets in trouble again, you'd better let me
know."
"You're too late, Mr. Seaton! He's in up to his neck, now." The
officer described the raid. "The judge has given him eighteen months
at the Point and we're taking him there this afternoon."
"You don't mean it! The young whelp! Foley, what he needs is a
licking and a mother to love him, not reform school."
"Sure, but no matter how able a New York policeman is, Mr. Seaton, he
can't be a mother! And it's too late! The judge is out o' patience."
"Look here, Foley, hasn't he any friends at all?"
"There's several that want to be friends, but he won't have 'em. He's
sittin' in his cell for all the world like a bull pup the first time
he's tied."
Mr. Seaton cleared his throat. "Foley, let me come round and see him
before you send him over the road, will you?"
"Sure, that can be fixed up. Only don't get sore when the kid snubs
you."
"Nothing a boy could do could hurt me, Foley. You remember that Jack
was not exactly an angel."
"No, that's right, but Jack was always a good sport, Mr. Seaton.
That's why it's so hard to get hold of these young toughs down here!
They ain't sports!" And Foley hung up the receiver with a sigh.
Mr. Seaton preferred to introduce himself to Nucky.
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