New York may be tolerable big, but it's got men in it just like we are, and maybe a lot worse kinds." As they got out of the little car they saw that the taxi driver had preceded them, carrying their suit cases.

They followed up a steep pitch of stairs to the first floor of the hotel, where the landing had been widened to form a little office.
"Hello, Bert," said their driver.

"I picked up these gentlemen at Grand Central.

They ain't wise to the town, so I put 'em next to you.
Fix 'em up here ?" "Sure," said Bert, lifting a huge bulk of manhood from behind the desk.

He placed his fat hands on the top of it and observed his guests with a smile.