"Another grandstand stunt, I'll bet," Brennan speculated as they hurried to Gibson's office. "It's about time for one."
Gibson greeted them as affably as ever. As they entered his office he closed and locked the door behind them.
"Well, boys," he said, "how do you think my campaign is coming?"
"You're going strong," replied Brennan, truthfully.
"And how is my friend, the mayor?"
"He isn't ready to concede defeat yet," Brennan said. "He realizes, though, that you're gaining ground on him every day, or rather increasing the lead you had at the start."
Gibson laughed.
"He had his chance," he said. "I gave him warning, although I believe I don't have to tell you again, that I had no idea of ever running against him when he appointed me a commissioner. By the way, why doesn't he fire me?"
"What for?" asked Brennan.
"Oh, I see, he figures it would hurt him more than do him good," concluded Gibson. "Well, perhaps he's right. But I didn't send for you boys to talk politics. I have something I think will develop into a story for you, a real story, not the stuff my publicity man hands out."