They had never been able to reach Mr.McKenty at all.

Ricketts echoed a hearty approval.

"You're very right," he said, with owlish smugness, adjusting a waistcoat button that had come loose, and smoothing his cuffs.

"He's a prince of politicians.

We'll have to look sharp if we ever trap him" Mr.Ricketts would have been glad to sell out to Mr.Cowperwood, if he had not been so heavily obligated to Mr.Schryhart.He had no especial affection for Cowperwood, but he recognized in him a coming man.
Young MacDonald, talking to Clifford Du Bois in the office of the Inquirer, and reflecting how little his private telephone message had availed him, was in a waspish, ironic frame of mind.
"Well," he said, "it seems our friend Cowperwood hasn't taken our advice.