“Ah!” said Fay.
“Yep! There’s been talk of the actual ownership being in the hands of a lot of sure-thing grafters and gamblers. I’m looking for a knockout and an upper-cut from the postal authorities any time. You can’t pinch me! I don’t write the editorials.”
“They advocate horse-racing and open gambling?”
“They certainly did—a year or two ago. Now we’ve been instructed to hit a bunch of contractors and reformers. Take it from me, Fay, I don’t think the Messenger is making any money.”
“Bills paid and all that?”
“Oh, sure! James Ponsardin is rated three A’s and a One.”
“Is he French or Swiss?”
“Came from Switzerland, I think. Bright fellow, but—”
“Where does he live? Directory gives an apartment on Riverside Drive.”
“I went up there once with some tickets to a bout. He wasn’t there. Butler said he was up-State. I guess he’s dug in, covered up and pulled the hole in after him. No one around here or downtown knows where to find him.”