"Yes, they're in Ed's mob."
Mason was still for a while, then he observed:
"Je's! He did make a monkey of that cove!"
Gibbs laughed. "Oh, he's a great cod! Why, do you know what he did once? Well, he went to Lord Paisley's ball in Quebec, impersonating Sir Charles Jordon--that's why I introduced him as Mr. Jordon to-night." Gibbs's eyes twinkled. "He went in to look for a rummy, but the flatties got on and tipped him off."
"He's smart."
"Yes, the smartest in the business. He's made several ten-century touches."
Gibbs thought seriously a moment and then said:
"No, he isn't smart; he's a damn fool, like all of them."
"Fall?"
"Yes, settled twice; done a two-spot at Joliet and a finiff at Ionia."