I guess; right down the stairs, and Bingham on top.
Met Winter's men at the door. 'The next time you want
information from the headquarters of this association,
gentlemen,' Bingham said, 'send somebody respectable.'
Bingham thought the man was just any kind of low spy at
first, but when they claimed him for personation, Bingham
just laughed. 'Don't be so hard on your friends; he said.
I don't think we'll hear much more about that little
racket."
"Can't anything be done to any of them?" asked Stella.
"Not today, of course, but when there's time."
"We'll have to see about it, Stella," said Alec. "When
there's time."
"Talking about Bingham," Oliver told them; "you know
Bingham's story about Jim Whelan keeping sober for two
weeks, for the first time in twenty years, to vote for
Winter? Wouldn't touch a thing--no, he was going to do
it this time, if he died for it; it was disagreeable to
refuse drinks, but it was going to be worth his while.
Been boasting about the post-office janitorship Winter
was to give him if he got in. Well, in he came to Number
Eleven this morning all dressed up, with a clean collar,
looking thirstier than any man you ever saw, and gets
his paper. Young Charlie Bingham is deputy returning
officer at Number Eleven. In a second back comes Whelan.
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