“Sit down here Gus.”
They sat silent a moment looking out of the window at the red girder cage of the building under construction next door. “Well Gus,” said Baldwin suddenly harshly, “I’m in the race.”
“Good for you George, we need men like you.”
“I’m going to run on a Reform ticket.”
“The hell you are?”
“I wanted to tell you Gus rather than have you hear it by a roundabout way.”
“Who’s goin to elect you?”
“Oh I’ve got my backing.... I’ll have a good press.”
“Press hell.... We’ve got the voters.... But Goddam it if it hadn’t been for me your name never would have come up for district attorney at all.”
“I know you’ve always been a good friend of mine and I hope you’ll continue to be.”