We got it in for him.

You get that, don't you?
He's got Stangeist and his gang steered for the electric chair now; he put a crimp in the Weasel the other night--get that?
He's like a blasted wizard with what he knows.

And who'll he deal the icy mitt to next?
Me--damn him--me, for all I know!" "That's all right," observed Lannigan coolly.

"I'm not questioning your sincerity for a minute; I know all about that; but that doesn't land the Gray Seal.

I'll work with you if you've anything to offer, but we've had enough 'tips' and 'information' handed us at headquarters in the last few years to make us a trifle skeptical.