"What's the enemy up to, anyhow?
Are the good people of Mount Hope worrying Moxlow?
Is their sleepless activity going to interfere with my sleepless profession, eh?
Can you answer me that ?" "Moxlow has cut the office of late," said Langham briefly.
"He's happened on a good thing in the prosecuting attorney's office, I suppose?
It's a pity you didn't strike out for that, Marsh; you'd have been of some use to your friends if you'd got the job." "Not necessarily," said Langham.
"Well, when's Moxlow going after me ?" inquired Gilmore.
"I, haven't heard him say.

He told me he had sufficient evidence for your indictment." "Yes, of course," agreed Gilmore placidly.
"I guess yours is a case for the next grand jury!" "So Moxlow's in earnest about wishing to make trouble for me ?" said Gilmore, still placidly.
"Oh, he's in earnest, all right." Langham shrugged his shoulders petulantly.

"He'll go after you, and perhaps by the time he's done with you you'll wish you'd taken my advice and made yourself scarce!" "I'm no quitter!" rejoined Gilmore, chewing thoughtfully at the end of his cigar.
"By all means stay in Mount Hope if you think it's worth your while," said Langham indifferently.
"Can you give me some definite idea as to when the fun begins ?" "No, but it will be soon enough, Andy.

He wants the support of the best element.

He can't afford to offend it." "And he knows you are my lawyer ?" asked Gilmore still thoughtfully.
"Of course." "Ain't that going to cut any figure with him ?" "Certainly not." "Is that so, Marsh ?" He crossed his legs and nursed an ankle with both hands.