The Trade

24th-pracing Sergeant Waters. Taking him where? Now, is it a police officer? Yeah, what building did he run into? What is that? 452 or 492? Oh, was he man armed? You are in the muster room at the 21st-pracing to nerve center.

Our call is coming through. You will follow the action taken pursuant to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the 124 room at the 21st-pracing. All right. I'll send the officers right over there.

No, you just stand in front of the building. Call them where to go. Okay? Twenty-first precinct. It's just lines on a map of the city. 173,000 people wettched into the 9th-10th of the square mile between Fifth Avenue and the East River.

Wouldn't know if you asked them that they lived or worked in the 21st. Whether they know it or not the security of their homes, they're... The top of the men of the 21st precinct. The 21st. One hundred and sixty patrolman, eleven sergeant, and four lieutenant who mined the boss.

the boss. My name is Kennerley Frank Kennerley. I'm captain in command of the 21st. I was working my night tour at 4 p.m. to 8 a.m. The weather had turned exceedingly cold and consequently it had been quiet night in the precinct. Cold weather like rain since the troublemakers off the streets.

After my meal I had gone out on patrol of the precinct in sector car number two with patrolman William Coley as operator and I remained away from the station house until nearly 10 p.m. inspecting various conditions in the precinct and responding to several radio calls along with the spectacles and the sergeant. At 9.50 a call came over