"Drink?"
"Oh, I guess he boozes a little; but he's hard-headed and knows how to handle the stuff."
"Women?—Roast beef, boiled potatoes and musty ale for two."
"Actresses.—Say, make mine a beer.—A gay buck in New York, I understand. Used to chase around after the Challoner woman who married Bennington."
"Nothing here in town?"
"Haven't paid any attention to him. I guess he's straight enough these days."
"Tip Pete off to-day. The police will make a raid Saturday night. The ministers have been shouting again, and two or three losers have whined."
"All right. But what's all this about Warrington?" asked Martin, whose curiosity was aroused.
"I'll tell you later." The waiter returned with the platters of food, and McQuade ate without further comment or question.
Martin ate his meat in silence also, but he was busy wondering. Warrington? What had interested the boss in that swell? Humph!