“I suppose he is coming to take a hand in the mayoralty campaign,” said Chase urbanely. He could afford to be urbane.
“He didn’t say,” Gergue declared.
“I’m sorry we’re on opposite sides of the fence in this squabble. Tell him he and I must work together hereafter.”
“You tell him.”
Chase laughed. “I believe he will see it—without being told,” he said loudly, and the three men at his back smiled. “He will, no doubt, find some change in Hardiston affairs.”
“He will if there is any.”
“Perhaps even in the district. Though of course he does not have to seek reëlection this fall.”
“No.”
“Still—”
Gergue interrupted maliciously: “By th’ way, how’s Wint?”