of pennies, which had surely established a record for depth of feeling for so small a sum. Hodge had done the disarming and carrying. We had our legs crossed.
âThe swag and Tomâs trinkets blow back to Capân Dan, thatâs settled,â she said. âIf they donât heâll hush us all and burn the place for spite. Howâs the thing whatâs got me smoky. If we come a-crawling with the skep in hand, heâll hoist the tariff, and whoâs to stubble him? Weâre scraping close to shinerags as things stand.â
Hodge said, âSend it to him in an eternity-box with these two inside. That ought to show him weâre plumb.â
âI ainât turned up the toes of so much as a slingtail hen in forty years of grief, and I ainât about to set precedent. What was that game about? You both gone cranky?â Sheâd stopped pacing to stand in front of us.
I said. âI got the idea from no one but you, right here in this room. âStifle a Hoodlum,â you said; but Iâm not that blood-thirsty.â
âI was just pecking words. I never thought youâd try it on, Iâll smack the bishopâs calfskin I didnât. Anywise, youâd of done better to twist his nub and give him an earth-bath than buzz him and leave him leg to peach to Capân Dan. Weâll be up to our arses in Hoodlums come morning.â
âTake the air, Nan,â Hodge said. âSluice your gob down at Haggertyâs. When you come back, itâll all be rub.â He smacked his widow-maker against his open palm.
She said nothing. Her face was impossible to read. I wondered if I could get to the weapons on the bed before Hodge caught up to me and swung his ball, and if Beecher had the reflexes to slow him down. Then there was Nan and the eight loaded chambers in her pocket. I was thinking about all this when someone knocked. The sound came from the direction of the side door to the alley.
Nan looked at Hodge.
âCould be a fish looking to flop,â he said.
She shook her head. âTideâs out.â
The knocking came again, louder. Someone was kicking the door.
Nan picked up Tom Tulipâs bulldog pistol and gave it to Hodge. âIf itâs more than one, empty it. Then leg it for the front door. Iâll be scarce by then.â
âWhat about these two?â
She took out the pepperbox. He nodded and withdrew.
Beecher started to say something. Nan eared back the hammer. He fell silent.
The knocking ceased. A powder-charged silence followed. Voices rumbled. Another silence, longer than the first. None of us was breathing.
A floorboard yelped outside the room. Nan swung her pistol that way. Hodge came in. He had the bulldog stuck under his belt and an envelope in his hand.
âJust a cove with a stiff.â
Nan took the pistol off cock and put it in her pocket. She snatched the envelope. The address side was blank. She frowned at the signet on the crimson seal, cracked the wax, and fumbled with the flap. She frowned again and tipped something out onto her palm. It was a deputyâs star.
Hodge snorted. âCrikey! The old townâs full to the facer with tin. Whoâs minding the store?â
I said the star was mine. He told me to shut my mummer.
Nan unfolded a square of paper, read what was written on it, and held it out toward me. I got up from my chair and took it.
The letter was written in neat copperplate on heavy linen bond with gold edges.
P. Murdock, Deputy United States Marshal
The Sailorâs Rest
Dear Deputy Murdock:
I am in receipt of your communication.
Your presence is requested in my quarters at the Bella Union Melodeon tomorrow at 11:00 A.M .
Until then, I am
Yours very truly,
Daniel Webster Wheelock,
Alderman,
City of San Francisco
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