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s.h.i.+rley s.h.i.+fted her mode of attack.
"Look at Mr. Thorne!"
"Ah, it _is_ Thorne, then."
"A while ago I told you it was not Mr. Thorne." She paused a moment and then, as if speaking to herself, said: "But some day I shall meet the man I'm looking for--some day----"
"When you do, s.h.i.+rley Bloodgood," he was quick to remind her, "it's an even chance that he won't care for you."
s.h.i.+rley lost no time in retorting:--
"It's a chance I'm going to take! I can love," she went on wistfully, "yes," and then blus.h.i.+ng, added very tenderly: "I am laying my soul bare to you, William Murgatroyd, because I believe somehow that you have a right to see it. Again I repeat: Look at Mr. Thorne!--a prospective United States senator!"
"You admire him?"
"He succeeds."
"Do you know why it may be possible for him to get the nomination for senator? Have you any idea, young woman, what it costs in this State to be chosen senator?"
"Does it cost anything?" was her nave rejoinder.
"Just about three-quarters of a million to swing the thing! Thorne has money and backing and----"
"And you have neither," she finished for him.
"Precisely."
"Why not emulate Mr. Thorne and get both? To be a United States senator is one of the few great real successes possible of achievement in this country."
"His methods are not mine," pleaded the prosecutor, falling back upon his platform.
"Exactly. He secures support; you, opposition."
"Would you have me adopt his methods?"
"I would have you secure his results," she declared firmly.
There was a hungry look in the man's eyes as he spoke:--
"And if I do?..."
"Oh, if you only would!" her young voice rang out clearly, hopefully.
"And I'll find you waiting for me?"
"At the top of the hill, Billy!" She held out her hand. "Think over what I've said--Good-bye!"
IX
After seeing Miss Bloodgood to her carriage Murgatroyd's thoughts were in a maze of bewildering complexity. As a matter of fact, his peace of mind was wholly gone; and it was with a far different feeling than any he had heretofore experienced that he sought his down-town club for luncheon. It chanced to be at a time when stocks were buoyant, and in consequence the atmosphere of the dining-room was charged with cheerfulness. But Murgatroyd was in no mood to join any of the various groups lunching together; on the contrary, he took particular pains to seat himself at a small table apart from the others, where he gave himself up at once to a mental rehearsal of the scene in his office a half hour ago.
Success at any cost! Yes, that was the way she had put it. Well, and why not? Was not that the modern idea--the spirit of the age? And should he hold a mere slip of a girl responsible for putting into words what every woman thinks? Ridiculous!... And the United States Senate was her conception of greatness! Ah, that was for Thorne! The organisation, the brewers, the railroads, would send him there--buy him the job! Yes, her friend Thorne would be a success, achieve greatness; while he, William Murgatroyd, would be likely at the expiration of his present term of office to find himself dead politically, become a cipher professionally as well.
Presently the waiter brought his luncheon. None of the dishes suited him; the servant was taken to task; the head-waiter was summoned; the dishes were changed, and still they did not taste right. Finally muttering to himself comments derogatory to the club's cuisine, Murgatroyd pushed away his plate, lit a cigar and hastened out of the building.
Lost in an abyss of depression he sank wearily into the seat at his desk. It was thus that McGrath found him when he entered to announce that he had brought down Pemmican.
Murgatroyd stared at him dully.
"Pemmican?" he repeated. "Who the deuce is Pemmican?"
"Thunderation!" burst from the lips of McGrath. "Why, your star witness in the Challoner case!"
This brought Murgatroyd to earth.
"Well, don't bring him in," he said impatiently; "I'll ring when I want you."
McGrath was dumbfounded. In fact, his astonishment at his superior's evident disinclination to proceed immediately with the examination of Pemmican was such that it came very near to making him forget that there was another reason for his presence there.
"Another lady to see you, counsellor," said McGrath half-apologetically.
"It's Mrs. Challoner this time."
Murgatroyd looked up quickly.
"Mrs. Challoner! Why didn't you say so before? Show her in at once!" And as that person came through the door Murgatroyd rose and went forward to meet her, saying:--
"How do you do, Mrs. Challoner? If you had let me know that you wished to see me, I should have been glad to call on you. What can I do for you?"
For a moment Mrs. Challoner did not answer, but looked suspiciously about to see whether any one else was present.
"Mr. Murgatroyd, I do not wish it to be known that I have come here,"
she began, as she dropped into a chair. She looked haggard, pale and worn. Her manner, the tone of her voice, at once indicated to the prosecutor that she was labouring under some suppressed excitement. It was a situation not at all to his liking, and he watched her narrowly while she proceeded:--
"I have come to see what can be done for my husband."
"Miss Bloodgood was here a short time ago on the same errand," he observed, to put her at ease.
"Miss Bloodgood!" Amazement leaped into the young wife's tired, brown eyes. "She did not tell me she was coming--but that's just like her--she never tells half the good things she does. She's a friend--indeed, s.h.i.+rley's a good friend."
There was an embarra.s.sing pause in which both were silent. Apparently she was nerving herself to go on. Presently courage came, and she said:--
"Will you tell me, please, what my husband's chances are?"
"Every man is supposed to be innocent until he is proven guilty.... But first as last, I may as well inform you, Mrs. Challoner, that I can do nothing, absolutely nothing for you. Your husband must stand trial!"