“How long do you bring?”

“Ten years.”

“What for?”

“Grand larceny.”

“What kind of grand larceny?”

The little runner, Shorty, stepped up and said: “Pickpocket, captain.”

“Where do you belong?” Murphy continued.

“Chicago.”

“What’s your name?”

“James Brown.”

“You’re from Chicago, eh? And your name is Brown? What do they call you? What’s your monoger?”