Personally, Hand had far less sympathy with the polite moralistic efforts of men like Haguenin, Hyssop, and others, who were content to preach morality and strive to win by the efforts of the unco good, than he had with the cold political logic of a man like Cowperwood himself.

If Cowperwood could work through McKenty to such a powerful end, he, Hand, could find some one else who could be made as powerful as McKenty.
"Mr.Gilgan," said Hand, when the Irishman came in, medium tall, beefy, with shrewd, twinkling gray eyes and hairy hands, "you don't know me--" "I know of you well enough," smiled the Irishman, with a soft brogue.
"You don't need an introduction to talk to me." "Very good," replied Hand, extending his hand.

"I know of you, too.
Then we can talk.

It's the political situation here in Chicago I'd like to discuss with you.

I'm not a politician myself, but I take some interest in what's going on.