That, judging others by himself, he believes
no man's life can bear probing. Tell him that he has misjudged for once.
Tell him that he has himself decided me in my determination to accept
the nomination. That rather than see him the nominee of the Democratic
party, I will take it myself. Tell him to set on his blood-hounds. They
are welcome to all they can unearth in my life."
Peter turned towards his door, intending to leave the room, for he was
not quite sure that he could sustain this altitude, if he saw more of
the man. But as his hand was on the knob, Curlew spoke again.
"One moment," he called. "We've got something more to say to you. We
have proof already."
Peter turned, with an amused look on his face. "I was wondering," he
said, "if Maguire really expected to drive me with such vague threats."
"No siree," said Curlew with a self-assured manner, but at the same time
putting Peter's desk between the clerk and himself, so that his flank
could not be turned. "We've got some evidence that won't be sweet
reading for you, and we're going to print it, if you take the
nomination.
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