"
Peter said nothing, but began to write.
"Do you understand? I want a word with you private," said the man after
a pause.
"Mr. Samuels is my confidential clerk. You can speak with perfect
freedom before him." Peter spoke without raising his eyes from his
writing.
"But I don't want any one round. It's just between you and me."
"When I got your message," said Peter, still writing, "I sent for Mr.
Samuels. If you have anything to say, say it now. Otherwise leave it
unsaid."
"Well, then," said the man, "your party's been tricking us, and we won't
stand it."
Peter wrote diligently.
"And we know who's back of it. It was all pie down to that dinner of
yours."
"Is that Maguire's message?" asked Peter, though with no cessation of
his labors.
"Nop," said the man. "That's the introduction. Now, we know what it
means. You needn't deny it. You're squinting at the governorship
yourself. And you've made the rest go back on Maguire, and work for you
on the quiet. Oh, we know what's going on.
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