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diabolical aspect, with coaling for the Antipodes; he was washing

decks barefoot, with the breast of his red shirt open to the blast,

though it was sharper than the knife in his leathern girdle; he was

looking over bulwarks, all eyes and hair; he was standing by at the

shoot of the Cunard steamer, off to-morrow, as the stocks in trade

of several butchers, poulterers, and fishmongers, poured down into

the ice-house; he was coming aboard of other vessels, with his kit

in a tarpaulin bag, attended by plunderers to the very last moment

of his shore-going existence. As though his senses, when released

from the uproar of the elements, were under obligation to be

confused by other turmoil, there was a rattling of wheels, a

clattering of hoofs, a clashing of iron, a jolting of cotton and

hides and casks and timber, an incessant deafening disturbance on

the quays, that was the very madness of sound. And as, in the

midst of it, he stood swaying about, with his hair blown all manner

of wild ways, rather crazedly taking leave of his plunderers, all

the rigging in the docks was shrill in the wind, and every little

steamer coming and going across the Mersey was sharp in its blowing

off, and every buoy in the river bobbed spitefully up and down, as

if there were a general taunting chorus of ‘Come along, Mercantile

Jack! Ill-lodged, ill-fed, ill-used, hocussed, entrapped,

anticipated, cleaned out. Come along, Poor Mercantile Jack, and be

tempest-tossed till you are drowned!’

The uncommercial transaction which had brought me and Jack

together, was this:- I had entered the Liverpool police force, that

I might have a look at the various unlawful traps which are every

night set for Jack. As my term of service in that distinguished

corps was short, and as my personal bias in the capacity of one of

its members has ceased, no suspicion will attach to my evidence

that it is an admirable force. Besides that it is composed,

without favour, of the best men that can be picked, it is directed

by an unusual intelligence. Its organisation against Fires, I take

to be much better than the metropolitan system, and in all respects

it tempers its remarkable vigilance with a still more remarkable

discretion.

Jack had knocked off work in the docks some hours, and I had taken,

for purposes of identification, a photograph-likeness of a thief,

in the portrait-room at our head police office (on the whole, he

seemed rather complimented by the proceeding), and I had been on

police parade, and the small hand of the clock was moving on to

ten, when I took up my lantern to follow Mr. Superintendent to the

traps that were set for Jack. In Mr. Superintendent I saw, as

anybody might, a tall, well-looking, well-set-up man of a soldierly

bearing, with a cavalry air, a good chest, and a resolute but not

by any means ungentle face. He carried in his hand a plain black

walking-stick of hard wood; and whenever and wherever, at any

after-time of the night, he struck it on the pavement with a

ringing sound, it instantly produced a whistle out of the darkness,

and a policeman. To this remarkable stick, I refer an air of

mystery and magic which pervaded the whole of my perquisition among

the traps that were set for Jack.

We began by diving into the obscurest streets and lanes of the

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port. Suddenly pausing in a flow of cheerful discourse, before a

dead wall, apparently some ten miles long, Mr. Superintendent

struck upon the ground, and the wall opened and shot out, with

military salute of hand to temple, two policemen – not in the least

surprised themselves, not in the least surprising Mr.

Superintendent.

‘All right, Sharpeye?’

‘All right, sir.’

‘All right, Trampfoot?’

‘All right, sir.’

‘Is Quickear there?’

‘Here am I, sir.’

‘Come with us.’

‘Yes, sir.’

So, Sharpeye went before, and Mr. Superintendent and I went next,

and Trampfoot and Quickear marched as rear-guard. Sharp-eye, I

soon had occasion to remark, had a skilful and quite professional

way of opening doors – touched latches delicately, as if they were

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