A few minutes later they took a final drink together, shook hands and the Senator, bobbing his white head to the young ladies in the outer office, departed.
Matthew and Bunny retired to the private office of the Grand Exalted Giraw.
"What you thinkin' about pullin'?" asked Bunny.
"Plenty. We'll try the old sure fire Negro problem stuff."
"But that's ancient history, Brother," protested Bunny. "These ducks won't fall for that any more."
"Bunny, I've learned something on this job, and that is that hatred and prejudice always go over big. These people have been raised on the Negro problem, they're used to it, they're trained to react to it. Why should I rack my brain to hunt up something else when I can use a dodge that's always delivered the goods?"
"It may go over at that."
"I know it will. Just leave it to me," said Matthew confidently. "That's not worrying me at all. What's got my goat is my wife being in the family way." Matthew stopped bantering a moment, a sincere look of pain erasing his usual ironic expression.
"Congratulations!" burbled Bunny.
"Don't rub it in," Matthew replied. "You know how the kid will look."