But if he didn't, he'd still be for fair play, to the last
inch."
"That's a pretty fine thing to say of a man, Pop."
"It's a pretty fine man," said Edmonds.
"What does Enderby want? What is he after?"
"For himself? Nothing. It's something to be known as the ablest honest
lawyer in New York. Or, you can turn it around and say he's the
honestest able lawyer in New York. I think, myself, you wouldn't be far
astray if you said the ablest and honestest. No; he doesn't want
anything more than what he's got: his position, his money, his
reputation. Why should he? But it's going to be forced on him one of
these days."
"Politically?"
"Yes. Whatever there is of leadership in the reform element here centers
in him. It's only a question of time when he'll have to carry the
standard."
"I'd like to be able to fall in behind him when the time comes."
"On The Ledger?" grunted Edmonds.
"But I shan't be on The Ledger when the time comes. Not if I can find
any other place to go."
"Plenty of places," affirmed Edmonds positively.
"Yes; but will they give me the chance I want?"
"Not unless you make it for yourself. But let's canvass 'em. You want a
morning paper."
"Yes. Not enough salary in the evening field."
"Well: you've thought of The Sphere first, I suppose.
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