“Hell ... well Fanny, things are bad. Mangel was raided last night.”
Fanny gripped her chair. Sudden, she saw Clara upstairs in bed ... white ... in the House wearing, wearing.
“I didn’t have a damn thing to do with it, Fan,” Jim went on. “I know appearances are against me. I ain’t had no love for Abe Mangel. But I didn’t do it—“
“Well, you can fix that up—“
“If you’d read the papers like a modern citizen, you’d know better. Mangel knows I didn’t do it. Mangel’s gone crazy. He’s had his own place raided!”
“What!”
“And he’s an appointment for to-morrow morning with the District Attorney to peach on the whole damn System.”
Fanny was still. She took the paper that Statt handed her. She did not read it.
“He’s in earnest.”