“Rather!” said Henry, who was slightly out of breath. “It’s about a comma.”
“A what?”
“A comma. Where’s your copy of the ordinances?”
“On my desk. Why?”
Henry ran through the volume to the proper place, inserted his thumb as a marker, and held the book in reserve. “Judge, do you suppose the voters want any of these fool blue-laws passed?”
“No.”
“Well, who does, then, outside of the League?”
“Nobody. All we want is a decent city.”
“It’s simply that the League’s got the Council more or less buffaloed, isn’t it?”