“May God be with thee!” said a voice within.
“Gettin' a shade less arrogant, what?” said Saunders.
“May God be with thee!” said a man in the third stall as King passed.
“They seem to be anxious for your morals!” laughed Saunders, keeping a pace or two ahead to do the honors of the place.
“May God be with thee!” said a fourth man, and King desisted for the present, because Saunders looked as if he were growing inquisitive.
“Where did you arrest them?” he asked when Saunders came to a stand under a light.
“All in one place. At Ali's.”
“Who and what is Ali?”
“Pimp--crimp--procurer--Prussian spy and any other evil thing that takes his fancy! Runs a combination gambling hell and boarding house. Lets 'em run into debt and blackmails 'em. Ali's in the kaiser's pay--that's known! 'Musing thing about it is he keeps a photo of Wilhelm in his pocket and tries to make himself believe the kaiser knows him by name. Suffers from swelled head, which is part of their plan, of course. We'll get him when we want him, but at present he's useful 'as is' for a decoy. Ali was very much upset at the arrest--asked in the name of Heaven--seems to be familiar with God, too, and all the angels!--how he shall collect all the money these men owe him!”
“You wouldn't call these men prosperous, then?”