It was much the same when Luke and O’Mara came across the trail of corruption among the police. They found one man who would make affidavit to the fact that patrolmen had paid him to instigate burglaries in order that the patrolmen might make arrests and win promotion. This man had friends among the keepers of illegal resorts who would swear to paying tribute to police captains. He introduced the two lawyers to a collector who said that $2,400,000 were yearly paid in this way, that he himself was the go-between for a police lieutenant, securing from fifty to five hundred dollars a month each from those who bought protection. No discretion seemed to be used, and he showed checks to corroborate his story. "Do you think you could do anything on such evidence?" sneered Leighton. "You couldn’t send a yellow dog to jail on it. This fellow confesses he’s a crook himself. Start an agitation to force the Police Commissioner to resign as unfit? Not much! If he resigned, ’unfit’ would mean ’guilty.’ His crowd’s in the saddle, and if you want to unhorse him, you’ve got to unhorse them." He walked up and down the floor. "The trouble with us is we don’t fight the devil with fire," he said; "and the trouble with the whole system is too many laws. There are too many lawyers at Albany and Washington; they know all about law and nothing about Man, so when the public conscience turns over and whines in its sleep, these fellows think they can cure it of what ails it by passing a few more laws. They pass a law against dance-halls, and they breed brothels. That’s the way it goes all down the line. They pass a lot of such laws and then say: ’Now, let the District-Attorney do the rest.’ I wish they had my job for one day! People have got to understand that other people don’t indulge their tastes out of mere love of law-breaking." He took another turn of the room. "And if we’re going to whip political gangs," he said, "we must have a political gang of our own, and one better than the one we happen to be fighting. There’s Tim Heney over on the East Side. He may be as crooked as God makes them, but when people give him votes, he gives them coal in winter and picnics in summer. He goes to their funerals and their weddings, and he knows more about what the people of this country want than Thomas Jefferson would have known if he’d lived to be a hundred. And what’s more, he can do what none of your statesmen ever can do: he can keep them quiet. Do you wonder? Think what he does for them. Do you wonder they stick to him?" §5. Luke began to believe that Forbes was right: There was need of a new party. Daily his lethargy increased; daily he lived more in his love for Betty and in the dreams that emerged less and less upon the plane of his actual life.