"We shall do it yet," said Z, confidently.
"Gentlemen," said the president, "it will not do to hesitate. There is an
individual in this case who will not let the grass grow under his feet.
His name is Mr. Patrick Ballymolloy. We all know about him, I expect?"
"I know him very well indeed," said old Z. "It was I who put him in the
book." He rose quickly and took a large volume from a shelf near by. It
was a sort of ledger, with the letters of the alphabet printed on the cut
edges of the leaves.
"I don't believe Y knows him," said the president. "Please read him to
us." Z turned over the leaves quickly.
"B--Bally--Ballymolloy-Patrick--Yes," he said, finding the place. "Patrick
Ballymolloy. Irish iron man. Boston, Mass. Drinks. Takes money from both
sides. Voted generally Democratic ticket. P.S. 1882, opposed B. in
election for Governor. Iron interest increased. P.S. 1883, owns twenty
votes in House. Costs more than he did. That is all," said Z, shutting up
the book.
"Quite enough," said the president.
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