“How many votes do you claim to control?”
“About five thousand.”
“How many votes are there in the district?”
“Ten thousand.”
“Then you have fully half the votes assured before election-time rolls around?”
“We’ve got to have,” he replied significantly. “There’s no going into a fight under Powers, unless he knows where the votes are. He won’t stand for it.”
While sitting thus watching the proceedings, the hours passed and the procession thinned down to a mere handful. By midnight it looked as if all were over, and the leader came forth and quietly took his leave.
“Anything more, Eddie?” he asked of a peaked-face young Irishman outside his office door.
“Nothing that I can think of.”
“You’ll see to the building?” he asked the deputy commissioner of taxes.