What's his vice? Sure, then, that's what I say, what's his
vice? He's got to have one; anny man as is a man has to have one vice."
"Bosh! Look at me," rejoined Sibley. "Drink women--nit! Not for me!
I've got no vice. I don't even smoke."
"No vice? Begobs, yours has got you like a tire on a wheel! Vice--what
do you call gamblin'? It's the biggest vice ever tuk grip of a man.
It's like a fever, and it's got you, John, like the nail on your finger."
"Well, p'r'aps, he's got that vice too. P'r'aps J. G. Kerry's got that
vice same as me."
"Annyhow, we'll get to know all we want when he goes into the witness
box at the Logan murder trial next week. That's what I'm waitin' for,
"Deely returned, with a grin of anticipation. "That drug-eating Gus
Burlingame's got a grudge against him somehow, and when a lawyer's got
a grudge against you it's just as well to look where y' are goin'.
Burlingame don't care what he does to get his way in court. What set him
against Kerry I ain't sure, but, bedad, I think it's looks. Burlingame
goes in for lookin' like a picture in a frame--gold seals hangin' beyant
his vestpocket, broad silk cord to his eye-glass, loose flowin' tie, and
long hair-makes him look pretentuous and showy. But your 'Mr. Kerry,
sir,' he don't have anny tricks to make him look like a doge from Veenis
and all the eyes of the females battin' where'er he goes.
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