“Maybe not in Chicago.”
“Well, it’s the same society here.”
“Is it?”
Scanlan looked at him long and fixedly. There was something sinister in his eyes.
“Isn’t it?”
“You’ll tell me that in a month’s time. I hear you had a talk with the patrolmen after I left the train.”
“How did you know that?”
“Oh, it got about—things do get about for good and for bad in this district.”
“Well, yes. I told the hounds what I thought of them.”
“By the Lord, you’ll be a man after McGinty’s heart!”