Time enough for that, though.
I should just like to ask you this. Can you find a few bullies of the Tom
Grogan class, if necessary?"
"Half a hundred, if you want them," Slate replied confidently. "When I
first came over, Wingate, I can tell you I felt all at sea. It seemed to
me that the police had got this city in the hollow of their hands, and
that there was no chance at all for the man who couldn't rely on the law
to do him justice. I soon found out my mistake. There's nothing I could
get done in New York or Chicago which I couldn't get done here, and at a
great deal less cost and trouble. You thought I was joking when I told
you at my office that I could find you a murderer. I wasn't. I could find
you half a dozen, if necessary."
"We aren't going quite as far as that," he said. "Have you anything on at
all at the present moment?"
"Not a thing."
"I want you altogether free," Wingate went on. "I'm talking business now
because it's necessary. You're going to earn money with me, Andrew, and
incidentally you are going to help me break the man whom I think that you
hate almost as much as I do."
"You don't mean Phipps--Dreadnought Phipps?" Slate exclaimed, suddenly
laying down his knife and fork.
"I do," Wingate answered. "We are up against each other once more, and,
believe me, Slate, this is going to be the last time.
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