“I’d feel all right if it wasn’t for those Interborough bonds.”
“What bonds? Who’s seen any bonds?... Let’s get this young fellow in here ... Joe ... And one more thing Gus, for heaven’s sakes keep your mouth shut.... If any reporters or anybody comes round to see you tell ’em about your trip to Bermuda.... We can get publicity enough when we need it. Just at present we want to keep the papers out of it or you’ll have all the reformers on your heels.”
“Well aint they friends of yours? You can fix it up with em.”
“Gus I’m a lawyer and not a politician.... I dont meddle in those things at all. They dont interest me.”
Baldwin brought the flat of his hand down on a pushbell. An ivoryskinned young woman with heavy sullen eyes and jetty hair came into the room.
“How do you do Mr. McNeil.”
“My but you’re looking well Miss Levitsky.”
“Emily tell em to send that young fellow that’s waiting for Mr. McNiel in.”
Joe O’Keefe came in dragging his feet a little, with his straw hat in his hand. “Howde do sir.”
“Look here Joe, what does McCarthy say?”