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Banneker's strongly pro-labor editorials they read with the mental commentary that probably The Patriot had to do that kind of thing to hold its circulation; but it could be depended upon to be "right" when the pinch came. Marrineal would see to that. Since the episode of the killed proof, Marrineal had pursued a hands-off policy with regard to the editorial page.
With the others departed Miss Camilla Van Arsdale's two emergency guests, one of them the rather splendid young woman who had helped with the wounded. They invaded Banneker's office with supplementary telegrams and talked about their hostess with that freedom which women of the world use before dogs or uniformed officials. "What a woman!" said the amateur nurse.
Marrineal would be nominated, probably elected; control of The Patriot would pass into Banneker's hands; The Searchlight would thus be held at bay until he and Io were married, for he could not really doubt that she would marry him, even though there lay between them an unexplained doubt and a seeming betrayal; and he could remould the distorted and debased policies of The Patriot to his heart's desire of an honest newspaper fearlessly presenting and supporting truth as he saw it.
There I was at the door, and he said, 'Why, hello, Wickert. Come and have a liquor. He pronounced it a queer, Frenchy way. So I said thanks, I'd have a highball." "Didn't he seem surprised to see you there?" asked Hainer. Wickert paid an unconscious tribute to good-breeding. "Banneker's the kind of feller that wouldn't show it if he was surprised.
"I hadn't realized before that there was anything in the world to be afraid of. But the thought of that blow, coming so suddenly from nowhere, and the fear that I might be struck again it drove me." She flung out her hands in a little desperate gesture that twitched at Banneker's breath. "You must have been out all night in the rain." "No. I found a sort of cabin in the woods. It was deserted."
He's got to lie better than that if he goes into the newspaper game." Further, the reporter had received a note from the cowman whom Ban and Io had encountered in the woods, modestly requesting five dollars in return for the warranted fact that a "swell young lady" had been seen in Banneker's company.
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.
"And if there's anything I can do for you any time, drop me a line." The sumptuous ripple and gleam of the young man's faultless coat, registered upon Banneker's subconscious memory as it had fallen at his feet, recalled itself to him. "What store do you buy your clothes at?" "Store?" Cressey did not smile. "I don't buy 'em at a store. I have 'em made by a tailor. Mertoun, 505 Fifth Avenue."
There was about him a power of attraction, not readily definable, but seeming mysteriously to assert some hidden claim from the past. Where had he seen that fine and still face before? Sequels of a surprising and diverse character followed Banneker's sudden fame. The first to manifest itself was disconcerting. On the Wednesday following the fight on the pier, Mrs.
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