“He couldn't have got it, anyhow. And he doesn't want it. I do, honey. I need it in my business. When the election's over you're going to marry me.”
She ignored that.
“I don't like the men who come here, Louis. I wish they were not friends of yours.”
“Friends of mine! That bunch?”
“You are always with them.”
“I draw a salary for being with them, honey.”
“But what do you draw a salary for?” He was immediately on the alert, but her eyes were candid and unsuspicious. “They are strikers, aren't they?”
“Yes.”
“Is it legal business?”
“Partly that.”