"I would like to talk over the work."
"The Commission?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I think it's going to be a wonderful success, George?"
"And you can help me."
He squeezed her hand. This was the note he had been searching for in his mind. He hesitated a moment, nevertheless, feeling an irritating incongruity in what he desired to say. But the headlines glaring at him strengthened him. He was Basine the Moral Champion. The city was throbbing with his name. A hope centered about his name.
"The work is going to be hard," he began. "I intend to go to the bottom of the thing. The Commission after its hearings will be able to recommend legislation that will ... that will...."
"Yes, I know George."
"Wipe out, or at least go a long way toward wiping out...."
His mind seemed to balk at the sentence. The word "immorality" withheld itself from his lips.