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They pass me so close I could a touched 'em, see? but it was dark and I don't get no chance to make da bird with da 'Gink. Well, they go up toward Spring street and I trail them far enough to see them get in a bus, see?" "What did this fellow with the 'Gink' look like?" asked John, quickly. "I'm tellin' ya I didn't get no chance to make him," said Murphy.
At the moment when he was "broke," when circumstances were such that he would be compelled to withdraw as the society man "Gink" Cummings, scheming to seize control of the city government, had tempted him and he had fallen. He sold himself to the boss of the underworld and became perfidious and a puppet so that he might have money and fame while it lasted.
"Say," expostulated Murphy, "ask me some-pun easy, will ya? Da 'Gink' knows everything before it happens, see? If he didn't he wouldn't be da 'Gink, dat's all." A thrill went through John. He was "in on the know," as Murphy had put it. What a discovery he had made! What would Brennan say when he told him? What would the mayor say? And what would Gibson say?
''N' when he gets so he can stand it, how'd a trip to Europe do fur him? "Things go along like this till I'm busted right. No, I ain't busted I'm past that. I owes the woman where I eats, I owes the feed man, I owes the plater, 'n' I owes every gink that'll stand fur a touch. "One day a messenger boy comes 'n' leans against the stall door 'n' pokes a yellow envelope at me.
Very well, I would put up with the passing discomfort. So we continued to talk at the bar, and to drink beer ordered and paid for by Nelson. I think, now, when I look back upon it, that Nelson was curious. He wanted to find out just what kind of a gink I was. He wanted to see how many times I'd let him treat without offering to treat in return.
"If you're going through with it you can begin by sitting tight, keeping Sweeney in office and working as hard as you can to get evidence that will break Gibson and the 'Gink' if they are partners once and for all." The mayor rose from his chair and began his pacing back and forth again. He pushed out his short, thin legs to twice the length of his ordinary stride.
He realized that whether he gave "Slim" the information he sought or not the result would be the same. The life would be kicked and beaten out of him. The "Gink," to save himself and Gibson at all hazards, would not take a further chance by permitting him to live. Then why should he give up? Why should he surrender to "Slim" and his "bashers" if he could gain nothing by it?
"That's the way I figured it might be," said Brennan, as the mayor paused, "but there is one obstacle. How did the 'Gink' ever get Gibson? How did Gibson, who seems to have plenty of money and a social position, ever fall into the 'Gink's' hands? What was his motive?" The mayor smiled for the first time since they entered the room.
He remembered having told Gibson when they met in Consuello's dressing room that newspapermen were questioning why he did not attack "Gink" Cummings and he remembered Gibson's answer that he was about to make such a move. "By George, Gallant," exclaimed Brennan, "your little experience this afternoon is liable to turn the town over, if I'm not mistaken.
'Gee! he says to himself, 'I believe the way I'm feeling, I could just go and eat up that gink right away. And the more he thought of it, the better it looked to him, so all of a sudden he grabs his hat and beats it like a streak down to the saloon on the corner, where he knew the feller would be at that time, and he goes straight up to him and hands him one.
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