A gesture from the Law: the limousine Paused with the traffic, purring for a space In hot impatience. Ah, I knew that face, Those beetling brows, those features, clean-cut, lean, That black moustache, that hawk-like nose atween Dark, shifty eyes, the poise of Southern race, Concealing, with a cloak of easy grace, All that is vile and villainous and mean! 'Twas he! I knew him, miscreant who hoards Bonds, heiresses, false currency, and wills, Who blights a Woman's Love -- to give us thrills -- The friend of cut-throats and the guest of lords! Aristocratic, fascinating, fast, Crime-stained, insouciant, he smiled, and passed. |