欧亨利短篇小说集(12)

ButasSoapyenteredtherestaurantdoor,theheadwaiter"seyefelluponhisshabbytrousersandoldshoes.Stronghandsturnedhimaboutandpushedhiminsilenceandhasteoutintothestreet.
SoapyturnedoffBroadway.Someotherwayofenteringthedesirablerefugemustbefound.
AtacornerofSixthAvenueSoapytookastoneandsentitthroughtheglassofaglitteringshopwindow.Peoplecamerunningaroundthecorner,apolicemanattheheadofthem.Soapystoodstill,withhishandsinhispockets,andsmiledatthesightofthepoliceman.
"Whereisthemanthathasdonethat?"askedthepoliceman.
"Don"tyouthinkthatIhavehadsomethingtodowithit?"saidSoapy,notwithoutsarcasm,butfriendly.
ThepolicemanpaidnoattentiontoSoapy.Menwhobreakwindowsdonotremaintospeakwithpolicemen.Theyrunaway.Hesawamanrunningtocatchacarandrushedafterhimwithhisstickinhishand.Soapy,withdisgustinhisheart,walkedalong,twiceunsuccessful.
Ontheoppositesideofthestreetwasalittlerestaurantforpeoplewithlargeappetitesandmodestpurses.Soapyenteredthisplacewithoutdifficulty.Hesatatatableandatebeefsteakandpie.Andthenhetoldthewaiterthathehadnomoney.