Was it a nice job? Yes. Was it a job worth all the times Crane had let his rowdy brother off the hook, and probably would still?

He had to think of his brother first, and hopefully both the madame and the owner were too preoccupied to notice any … disruptions.

“… I can’t let you in, or fetch our girls for you,” he said, loudly, then dropped his voice. “But if I heard something in the back …” he turned his side to Crane, “and you happened to sneak in, I was just doing my job investigating a possible break-in.”

The fellow walked away, leaving the constable unattended as he ‘checked’ the alley.