There was movement from his right and a strong voice hissed, "You've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? “ There was a pause. “I guess we don’t have that many Englishmen around here, Lieutenant, but if he looks like this guy he should stand out like an alien from outer space.”
“Be easy on the guy, Harry,” laughed the Lieutenant. “He’s just got off the plane and I shouldn’t think he’s got your natural charm.” He grinned up at Jonas. “Don’t get worried about Harry. He plays no favourites and hates just about everyone – spics, micks, negroes….”
“What about the English?”
“Limeys are the worst.” Inspector Harry Callahan drew himself to his feet so that he towered over Jonas. There was a smile that was not unfriendly. “With a name like Callahan, it couldn’t be anything else.” He went to pass Jonas but first turned back towards the Lieutenant. “I’ll be off, keeping our streets safe, Lieutenant. I’ll leave you to read the riot act to our visitor and teach him how to walk carefully in this fine city of ours. I don’t want to have to scrape him out of some alley. I do have my standards.”
Then he was gone and Jonas was left alone with the Lieutenant and immediately relaxed.'