Io discovered that she had lost her taste for publicity, in a
greater interest. Her first thought was to write Banneker indignantly;
her second to ask explanations when he called her on the 'phone as he
now did every noon; her third to let the matter stand until she went to
New York and saw him. On her arrival, several days later, she went
direct to his office. Banneker's chief interest, next to his
ever-thrilling delight in seeing her, was in the part played by Willis
Enderby.
"What is he doing in that galley?" he wondered.
To her explanation he shook his head. Something more than that, he was
sure. Asking Io's permission he sent for Russell Edmonds.
"Isn't this a new role for Enderby?" he asked.
"Not at all. He's been doing this sort of thing always. Usually on the
quiet."
"The fact that this is far from being on the quiet suggests politics,
doesn't it? Making up to the labor vote?"
"What on earth should Cousin Billy care for the labor vote?" demanded
Io. "Mr. Laird is dead politically, isn't he?"
"But Judge Enderby isn't. Mr. Edmonds will tell you that much."
"True enough. Enderby is a man to be reckoned with. Particularly if--"
Edmonds paused, hesitant.
"If--" prompted Banneker. "Fire ahead, Pop."
"If Marrineal should declare in on the race for the governorship, next
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