didn't make it hot for me."

Winthrop laughed, and seated himself comfortably beside the
centre table. Well I'm glad of that," he said. "So our relations
are still pleasant, then?" he asked.

"Sure!" exclaimed Mannie heartily. "I mean -- yes, sir."

Winthrop mechanically reached for his cigarette case, and then,
recollecting, withdrew his hand.

"And how are the ponies running?' he asked.

The interview was filling Mannie with excitement and delight. He
chuckled with pleasure. His fear of the great man was rapidly
departing. Could this, he asked himself, be the "terror to evil-
doers," the man whose cruel questions drove witnesses to tears,
whose "third degree" sent veterans of the underworld staggering
from his confessional box, limp and gasping?

"Oh, pretty well," said the boy, "seems as if I couldn't keep
away from them. I got a good thing for today -- Pompadour -- in
the fifth. I put all the money on her I could get together," he
announced importantly, and then added frankly, with a laugh,
"two dollars!" The laugh was contagious, and the District
Attorney laughed with him.

"Pompadour," Winthrop objected, "she's one of those winter track
favorites."