When about midway of a certain block the policeman suddenly slowed his walk.In the doorway of a darkened hardware store a man leaned，with an unlighted cigar in his mouth.As the policeman walked up to him the man spoke up quickly. “It’s all right，officer，” he said，reassuringly.“I’m just waiting for a friend.It’s an appointment made twenty years ago.Sounds a little funny to you，doesn’t it? Well，I’ll explain if you’d like to make certain it’s all straight.About that long ago there used to be a restaurant where this store stands ‘Big Joe’ Brady’s restaurant.”