She's in Europe. A rather innocent old person. The
innocence of age, perhaps. Quite old." All of this in a perfectly
tranquil voice.
"Have you seen The Chicago Transcript? It's an ugly story."
"Very. I've sent a man out to the camp. There won't be any more
shootings."
"It comes rather late. I've told McClintick, the labor man who comes
from Wyoming, that we'll carry the story, if we verify it."
Marrineal raised his eyes slowly to Banneker's stern face. "Have you?"
he said coolly. "Now, as to the mayoralty campaign; what do you think of
running a page feature of Laird's reforms, as President of the Board,
tracing each one down to its effect and showing what any backward step
would mean? By the way, Laird is going to be pretty heavily obligated to
The Patriot if he's elected."
For half an hour they talked politics, nothing else.
At the office Edmonds was making a dossier of the Veridian reports. It
was ready when Banneker returned.
"Let it wait," said Banneker.
Prudence ordained that he should throw the troublous stuff into the
waste-basket. He wondered if he was becoming prudent, as another man
might wonder whether he was becoming old. At any rate, he would make no
decision until he had talked it over with Io.
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