"I suppose so," assented Lovo. "For those that like it. Well, I'm not one of them. I'd rather be peaceable and make money. When they drag in machine guns, it's a bit too much. I've got plenty of money, Tony; more than I can ever spend if I use common sense. I think I'll take a trip, to Monte Carlo or Havana or some other gay sporting place where life is pleasant."
"For how long?"
"Years. In fact, I doubt very much if I shall ever return."
"But the mob! You can't let it break up and go to pieces—"
"It would be a shame to let such a complete organization wreck itself, wouldn't it? Well, can't somebody else run it?"
"Certainly." Then remembering to whom he was talking, he added: "Perhaps not as well as you've run it, but they could hold the crowd together and keep things moving. And there's so much jack laying around just waiting to be picked up."
His voice almost became a groan as he remembered and mentioned the large illicit profits waiting to be garnered.
"I know," assented Lovo. "I'm not through
