Trying doors as he went, twirling his club with many intricate and artful movements, turning now and then to cast his watchful eye down the thoroughfare, the officer, with his stalwart form and slight swagger, made a fine picture of a guardian of the peace. Now and then you might see the lights of a cigar store or of an all-night lunch counter, but the majority of the doors belonged to business places that had long since been closed.