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In addition, McKenty, through the aldermen, who were at his beck and call on the North Side, was beginning to stir up additional murmurs and complaints in order to discredit the present management. There was a great to-do in council over a motion on the part of somebody to compel the North Side company to throw out its old cars and lay better and heavier tracks.
McKenty a born manipulator in this respect knew where political funds were to be had in an hour of emergency, and he did not hesitate to demand them. Tiernan and Kerrigan had always been fairly treated by him as politics go; but they had never as yet been included in his inner council of plotters.
McKenty smiled again. "I see," he said. "Isn't that a rather large order, though, Mr. Cowperwood, seeking a new franchise? Do you suppose the general public would agree that the city needs an extra gas company? It's true the old companies haven't been any too generous. My own gas isn't of the best." He smiled vaguely, prepared to listen further. "Now, Mr.
Morning, 'Mexico'!" "Mornin'," grunted "Mexico," nodding first to the editor and then to McKenty. "How is things, 'Mexico'?" said the editor, in his most ingratiating manner. "How?" "How are the boys? Vote solid? Election's coming on, you know." "Comin' on soon?" "Well, it looks that way, but really one can't say. We ought to be ready, though." "Can't be too soon," said "Mexico." "How is that?"
"Look here, 'Mexico," said McKenty, dropping his bantering tone, "you're not going to let the blank preacher-doctor combination work you, are you?" "Don't know about that." "You don't?" "No. But I do know that there ain't any other combination kin. I'm working for myself in this game. If any combination wants to shove my way, they can jump in. They'll quit when it don't pay to shove, I guess.
"And you have the means, you tell me, to lay mains in every part of the city, and fight with them for business if they won't give in?" "I have the means," said Cowperwood, "or if I haven't I can get them." Mr. McKenty looked at Mr. Cowperwood very solemnly. There was a kind of mutual sympathy, understanding, and admiration between the two men, but it was still heavily veiled by self-interest.
There he placed a friendly hand on McKenty's arm, an act of familiarity which the politician rather liked. "You felt pretty well satisfied with the way that gas business came out last year, didn't you?" he inquired. "I did," replied McKenty, warmly. "Never more so. I told you that at the time."
To Mr. McKenty Cowperwood was interesting because he was one of the few business men he had met who were not ponderous, pharasaical, even hypocritical when they were dealing with him. "Well, I'll tell you what I'll do, Mr. Cowperwood," he said, finally. "I'll take it all under consideration. Let me think it over until Monday, anyhow.
He smoothed her arms in a make-believe and yet tender way, and patted her shoulders. Seeing her frown, he inquired, "What's troubling Babykins?" "Oh, nothing more than usual," replied Aileen, irritably. "Let's not talk about that. Have you had your dinner?" "Yes, we had it brought in." He was referring to McKenty, Addison, and himself, and the statement was true.
"Yes, supposing," replied McKenty, jovially. "But how are you to get in it? There's no stock for sale that I know of." "Just the same," said Cowperwood, "we can if we want to, and I'll show you how. But at present there's just one thing in particular I'd like you to do for me.
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