Excerpt: "The telephone rang and the lieutenant of police Timothy McDowell grunted. He put down his magazine, and hastily covered the partially-clad damsel on the front cover before he answered the ringing phone. "McDowell," he grunted. "McDowell," came the voice in his ear. "I think ye''d better come over here." "What''s up?" "Been a riot at McCarthy''s on Boylston Street.""
