Lovable police constable Eamon Shrubb returns in The Young Sorceress.  He makes a great side-kick for Saba Colbshallow, and is constantly needling him about his relationship with all the powerful women of the colony.  My favorite recurring line of his is “Violators call me Police Constable Shrubb.”  Here he uses it on Senta.

Senta stepped out of the store with the candy in one hand and the soda water in the other.  Turning to the right, she passed the dress shop, heading for the opening in the Emergency Wall.  She hadn’t gone too far when she practically walked into two young men.  They were both at least six feet tall and broad shouldered, and when they stood next to each other they completely blocked the entire walkway.  The young sorceress was momentarily startled.  She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had blocked her path.

“What have we here,” said one of the young men to the other.

He looked to be nearly twenty.  His hair was long and messy, but he was not bad looking otherwise.  His friend though had a nasty leer on his face that looked like it never went away—that and a red scar across his chin.  They were both well-muscled and wore the clothing of merchant seamen.  That explained a lot.

“Looks like a little bird got out of her nest.”

Senta stuck the end of the licorice into her mouth and yanked on it till a piece broke off.  The men didn’t seem to notice her nonchalance.

“Maybe she could show us what they do for fun in this God forsaken country,” continued the second man.  “Could you do that honey?  Could you show us some fun?”

Senta took another bite of licorice.

“You know it’s not even tea time, right?” she asked.  “Don’t hoodlums usually wait until nightfall before assaulting young women?  Aren’t you worried about the coppers getting after you?”

“I don’t see any coppers, do you?” asked the man.

“As a matter of fact, I do.  He’s right over there.”

The two men looked across the square and indeed a uniformed police constable was striding swiftly toward them.  He was much larger than even the sailors and he carried a heavy wooden truncheon in one hand.  The two men quickly stepped around Senta and disappeared down the alley between shops.

“Hello Eamon,” said Senta when Police Constable Shrubb stopped on the spot so recently vacated by the two hoodlums.

“Violators call me PC Shrubb.”

“What?”

“Miss Senta Bly, I have a warrant for your arrest.”

“You have a what now?”

“A warrant.  Mr. Eden Buttermore has sworn out a complaint against you for attacking him at the bakery café.”

“I didn’t do any such thing.”

“There are sworn statements from six witnesses.”

“Six, huh?”

“That’s right.  Now come along quietly lass, and I won’t have to put you in the cuffs.”

“Now Eamon, you know that if I wanted to attack someone, he’d be in no condition to swear out a complaint.”

She raised her hand and the constable stepped back, but the sorceress just took another bite of licorice.

“Well, let’s get going,” she said.  “I don’t want to spend all day at the police station.”

It was a twenty minute walk to the new police station and court house which sat alone in a forested lot just east of the train depot.  It had been built of sharp red brick almost two years before, with white stonework at the corners and above the windows and doors.  It was a square five story building.  On the arch above the door was carved in large letters “POLICE” and just below it, the police motto “punishment follows swift on guilt.”  The colony now boasted half a dozen police constables, but only one was present in the main office.  When Senta entered the front door just ahead of Eamon, the young PC jumped up, knocking his chair over.  The girl sat her empty soda bottle on the counter and smiled at him.

“Take it easy lad,” said Eamon.  “Just toss me the key.”

“Oh hey!  You’re not tossing me in the clinker!”

“Only until the Justice of the Peace can get here.”

“Um,” said the young constable.  “He’s already here.  He’s upstairs in his office.”

“Fine then.”  Eamon led the way to the elevator.