'Hello, Andy. Is that you?' a voice called.
'Excuse me,' said the Mayor; 'that sounds like my Chief of Police, Bluthner!'
'Bluthner it is; and here's Mulligan and Keefe—on their feet.'
'Bring 'em up please, Blut. We're supposed to be the Four in charge of this hamlet. What we says, goes. And, De Forest, what do you say?'
'Nothing—yet,' De Forest answered, as we made room for the panting, reeling men. 'You've cut out of system. Well?'
'Tell the steward to send down drinks, please,' Arnott whispered to an orderly at his side.
'Good!' said the Mayor, smacking his dry lips. 'Now I suppose we can take it, De Forest, that henceforward the Board will administer us direct?'
'Not if the Board can avoid it,' De Forest laughed. 'The A.B.C. is responsible for the planetary traffic only.'
'And all that that implies.' The big Four who ran Chicago chanted their Magna Charta like children at school.
'Well, get on,' said De Forest wearily. 'What is your silly trouble anyway?'
'Too much dam' Democracy,' said the Mayor, laying his hand on De Forest's knee.
'So? I thought Illinois had had her dose of that.'
'She has. That's why. Blut, what did you do with our prisoners last night?'
'Locked 'em in the water-tower to prevent the women killing 'em,' the Chief of Police replied. 'I'm too blind to move just yet, but'
