"You mean that the 'Gink' is closing up the town?" asked Brennan.
"Dat's what I say," replied Murphy. "He says there ain't to be no stick-ups, no gamblin', no bootleggin', no pocket pickin', no house jobs, no bunko stuff, no nothin' and dat goes. Da first bird dat tries workin' is gonna be run outa town, see?"
"Where do you pick up that information, Murphy?" Brennan asked.
"Well, da 'Gink' don't tell me poisonally, see? But I gets it straight, see? Da stick-ups, da sure-thing guys, da dips, everybody gets orders to lay off, see?"
Brennan whistled softly.
"What's the 'Gink' got up his sleeve now, I wonder?" he said.
"Soich me," said Murphy.
"Are they obeying the 'Gink's' orders?"
"I'll say they are!" asserted Murphy. "All the gamblin' places are closed and everybody stopped doin' business, see? Even da girls is behavin' and only enough dope to keep da boys goin' bein' peddled, see?"
"I see," said Brennan, "but it's got me. I can't figure out what his game is."