CHAPTER VII

The Brazilian Dancer § I The deputy commissioner took up a telephone. “Send Captain Markham,” he directed briefly, and replaced the receiver. John O’Shaughnessy Burke—feared and respected by twelve thousand odd men of New York City’s police under the mystic cypher “J.O’S.B.,” and consequently known, but always respectfully, as “Joss”—found himself in a quandary. Deputy Commissioner Burke had heavy, powerful features, black, tufted brows, and a permanent frown. His was the face of a…