If you are a Baltimorean you are already aware that I refer to the sapient McNeal, policeman at the Union Station.
McNeal and Cardinal Gibbons are, I take it, the two preeminent figures of the city.

Their duties, I admit, are not alike, but each performs his duties with discretion, with devotion, with distinction.

The latter has already celebrated the thirtieth anniversary of his nomination as cardinal, but the former is well on the way toward his fortieth anniversary as officer at the Union Station.
McNeal is an artist.

He loves his work.

And when his day off comes and he puts on citizen's clothing and goes out for a good time, where do you suppose he goes?
Why down to the station, of course, to talk things over with the man who is relieving him!.