sand this week," interposed the ruminative Copeland.
"Well, it 'll take money to get him," snapped back the Second Deputy, remembering that he had a nest of his own to feather.
"It will be worth what it costs," admitted the Commissioner.
"Of course," said Copeland, "they 'll have to honor your drafts—in reason."
"There will be no difficulty on the expense side," quietly interposed the Commissioner. "The city wants Binhart. The whole country wants Binhart. And they will be willing to pay for it."
Blake rose heavily to his feet. His massive bulk was momentarily stirred by the prospect of the task before him. For one brief moment the anticipation of that clamor of approval which would soon be his stirred his lethargic pulse. Then his cynic calmness again came back to him.
"Then what 're we beefing about?" he demanded. "You want Binhart and I 'll get him for you."
