"I fear not," replied Jacob, with a shake of the head. "He's been approached, and seems to be as susceptible as a cow."
"Ah, we must get rid of him, some way—get him out of Monroe's way."
"That's what Monroe will attempt to do," said Jacob.
"Can he do it?" asked Peter, squinting.
"If he's slick enough, he can; nobody else can get so near the scene of operation like Monroe."
"How's Jarney's adopted daughter coming on in society?" asked Peter, with a faint attempt at smiling.
"Fine, I hear," answered Jacob, rising in his chair, and turning around with his back to Peter.
"That's a funny piece of business on Jarney's part," said Peter, puffing very hard at his pipe.
"His daughter took a fancy to her, on seeing her one day while slumming on the South Side, and she's trying to make a lady of her," said Jacob, sitting down again, after throwing away the stump of a cigar.
"Can she do it?" asked Peter, with considerable interest.