I dunno how, nor why.
"I've tried nearly everything but blackmail," he says, "and I'll probably be trying that by this time next year, if this scheme fails.
But there's something about their being niggers that makes me sick of this thing already--just as the time has come to make the start.

And I don't know WHY it should, either." He slipped another big slug of whiskey into him, and purty soon he asts me: "Do you know what's the matter with me ?" I asts him what.
"I'm too decent to be a crook," he says, "and too crooked to be decent.
You've got to be one thing or the other steady to make it pay." Then he says: "Did you ever hear of the descent to Avernus, Danny ?" "I might," I tells him, "and then agin I mightn't, but if I ever did, I don't remember what she is.

What is she ?" "It's the chute to the infernal regions," he says.

"They say it's greased.

But it isn't.