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Show 154 "Maybe he doesn't need a wife because he's smart enough to button up his own coat," Maggie Rose answered, buttoning Hugo's. She reached to kiss his cheek. Even though she stood on tiptoe, Hugo had to lean down to receive her kiss. He hugged her hard as she clung to him. Karl and his father left by the front door and walked in silence along Chestnut Street to the wooden steps that led to Center Street. Snowflakes the size of silver quarters skimmed beneath the lights of the streetlamps, as dense as moths on a summer night. "Mayo Culley giveth, and Mayo Culley taketh away," Hugo mused as they clumped down the steps. "But you know, son, I haven't much enjoyed being chief of police. It bothers me to see the foreign men locked up for drunkenness. They only drink because they're lonesome for their women in the old country. So if I lose this job, I'll be pretty glad to get back in the mill." Karl didn't answer, feeling certain that his father would never again be hired in the Canaan Works, or any other mill of the Carnegie Steel Company, if he arrested superintendent Charles Bonner. "Here's a dollar, Karl," Hugo said, pressing a bill into Karl's hand. "It's your pay for being deputy tonight. No, I want you to take it," he insisted when Karl tried to refuse. "You'll earn it, going with me on this peculiar business." When they reached the big iron gates at the bottom of the drive to the superintendent's mansion, Hugo pushed the latch, and the gate swung open. "Strange," Hugo said. "If there's such a big. poker party going on inside, you'd think to find automobile tracks in the |