Harrigan slipped the carnation into the jetty hair.

His hand lingered a moment against the soft masses, and she drew it down, grown suddenly serious.
"There are three policemen in the shadow of that cottage over there.
They're watching you." "Ah-h!" The sound was so soft that it was almost a sigh, but she shivered perceptibly.
"What have you been doing ?" He answered regretfully: "Nothing." "They're coming this way.

The man who had the carnation is with them.
You better beat it." "Nope.

I like it here." She shook her head, but the flame was blowing high now in her eyes.

A hand fell on Harrigan's shoulder.
"Hey!" said the sergeant in a loud voice.
Harrigan turned slowly and the sergeant's hand fell away.