“I have.”
“Er——” Abner assumed character again. “I have heard stories of this Lakeside Hotel.... Blot on the county.... Canker in our midst. Stories of debauchery.... Corrupt the young.... Duty of the prosecutor to investigate.”
“Eh?”
“I shall come out publicly and demand it,” said Abner. “The place should be closed. I shall lead a campaign against it.”
Deputy Jenney’s eyes grew so big the lids quite disappeared in the sockets.
“Say——” he began.
“This Peewee Bangs—so called—should be driven out. No telling. Probably sells whisky.... Do you suppose he sells liquor, Deputy?”
“I—why—I don’t b’lieve Peewee’d do no sich thing. No, sir.”
“I shall find out.... By the way, I note that Lancelot Bangs has an advertisement in the Free Press. Tell him to discontinue it—or his profits will drop. Make it clear.”
“Say, that professor wrote a piece about me in to-day’s paper. Can’t make out what he’s hittin’ at. For two cents I’d lambaste him till he couldn’t drag himself off on his hind laigs.”