 Why it was Spencer shot by the police at the bar?
Opening the desk drawer, which was almost empty, Pembroke removed an automatic pistol fitted with a silencer. The series of events leading up to Pembroke's present occupation had commenced on a dismal, overcast evening in the South Pacific a year earlier. Standing on the forward deck, Pembroke was one of the first to perceive the peculiar odor and to spot the immense gray hulk wallowing in the murky distance. One in particular, an attractive woman of about thirty, tossed back her long, chestnut locks and gazed up intently at Pembroke as he passed. But as he left the shop he began checking off every west coast state, city, town, and inlet.
 He refused to tell the policeman what was wrong with him.
 He had treated the women poorly, which is against the law.  He refused to tell the policeman what was wrong with him.  There was no reason, it was a random act of violence.  He had refused to pay his bar tab.