“Oh—I thought you might want company. Heard you was here.”
“Want anything special?”
“We-ell—I did think of congratulating you.”
Wint smiled coldly. “Thanks. That all?”
Gergue rummaged through his hair. “Thought you might have things to inquire about.”
Wint started to say “No” to this, then changed his mind and looked steadily. “You—you mix in politics, don’t you, Pete?”
Gergue looked startled. “Why—some,” he admitted. “Why, yes, I might say—some.”
“Friend of Congressman Caretall’s, aren’t you?”
Gergue spat, and nodded slowly. “I like to help him out—when I c’n manage,” he agreed.