My mouth was open with astonishment. What could he be driving at? Was he compromising with the devil?
“I suppose the board will have the letting of the contracts?” our caller queried.
“Yes, and many other important powers,” said the gentleman. “They want substantial citizens who will work.”
“Sir, I am at your service,” Joe assured him, with another smile.
“Have you any one to suggest for this board?” McCarthy asked.
“Why, there's Jack—what's the matter with Jack?” the other queried. “Then there's a new senator just elected from New York—a hustler and a particular friend of mine, with a silver tongue in his head. He's a protégé of Tweed—stands for important interests, and you'll have to reckon with him.”
“What's his name?” was the query of the gentleman.
“Squares—Bonaparte Squares.”
I had not heard of his election, and could scarcely believe my ears.
“I've heard of him,” said the gentleman. “I believe he's a very popular and promising man, but I don't think he will do. We want men of standing and responsibility if we can get them. The board will be made up of the most substantial citizens, I tell you. It's no place for small fry. I'll consider Jack, and perhaps you can think of another man as available.”