"Personally, myself," he said, "I believe he's at the bottom of all this heavy backing of Jefferson."
Malcolm Sage continued to smoke as if the matter did not interest him, whilst Lindler bit off the end of the cigar he had selected and proceeded to light it.
"Several of his crowd have been around this morning trying to load me up," he continued presently, when the cigar was drawing to his satisfaction. "Must have stayed up all night to be in time," he added scathingly.
"Have you seen Goldschmidt himself?"
"Not since yesterday afternoon."
"Does he usually carry an umbrella?"
Lindler laughed.
"The boys call him 'Gampy Goldschmidt,'" he said.
"You really think that the Goldschmidt gang is Backing Jefferson?"
"They've been at it for the last week," was the response. "They know something, Mr. Sage. Somebody's going to do the dirty, otherwise they wouldn't be so blasted clever about it?"