The Poodle

Twenty-five-three things, Sergeant Collins. What do you mean it was wrong? Was he held out? I don't know what? Talked him to the phone, I can't hear you. What was he doing on the tube? Is he drunk?

What's his name? What? How do you spell that? You are by transcription in the must-a-room of the Twenty-five-three things. Good nerve, Senator. A 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 precinct.

Alright, tell them to stay there. I'll tell them the officers right over there. Where is that? The southwest corner? Alright, that'll be right there. 21st precinct. It's just lines on a map of the city of New York.

Most of the 173,000 people wedged into the 9th and 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, their persons, and their property is the job of the men of the 21st Precinct. The 21st. One hundred and sixty patrolmen, eleven sergeants, and four lieutenant of whom I'm the boss.

My name is Crowman Vincent Pete Crowman. I'm captain and command of the twenty-first Precinct. I was doing day duty, eighting and there's six p.m. After I turned out the platoon, I went into my office where I read and signed reports and communications until nearly nine o'clock When Sergeant Collins rang into my office to inform me that sector car number three had come by the house to take me on patrol.