Unless he speaks I shall--"
"Ray and Ogden," said a quiet voice, "I wish you would write out what
you have just seen and heard. It may be needed in the future."
"Peter, let me speak," cried Ray. "You mustn't do what you said. Think
of such an end to your life. No matter what that scoundrel does, don't
end your life on a gallows. It--"
Peter held up his hand. "You don't know the American people, Ray. If
Maguire uses that lying story, I can kill him, and there isn't a jury in
the country which, when the truth was told, wouldn't acquit me. Maguire
knows it, too. We have heard the last of that threat, I'm sure."
Peter went back to his office. "I don't wonder," he thought, as he stood
looking at the ink-stains on his desk and floor, "that people think
politics nothing but trickery and scoundrelism. Yet such vile weapons
and slanders would not be used if there were not people vile and mean
enough at heart to let such things influence them. The fault is not in
politics. It is in humanity.
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