"This saloon used to be a German sort of headquarters.

But the new fellows are our own people, the right sort.

They knew it's an Irish neighborhood.
So they pulled down the sign 'Valkyrie,' and put up 'The Shamrock,' drove out their Dutch kellners and put in good Irish barkeepers." "What's become of August Meyer, who used to have an interest here ?" carelessly said McNerney, affecting a familiarity with old history.
"Meyer ran a hidden dead-fall and gambling house next door, at No.
192 Layte Street," said Hogan, biting off his cigar.

"That was before I came on the beat.

He got to plunging on the races, betting against his own games, and the poker crowd here cleaned him up at last.