As his hand was on the knob Baxter's even voice reached him: "But suppose a man could fool the committee?"
Foley turned slowly around. "What?"
"Suppose a man could fool the committee?"
"What youse drivin' at?"
"Suppose a man could fool the committee?"
Foley's eyes were of blazing intentness. "It can't be done."
"I know of only one man who could do it."
"Who?"
"I think you can guess his name."
Foley came slowly back to his chair, with a gaze that fairly clutched Baxter's face. "Don't youse fool with me!" he snarled.