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From the hour which grew to an hour and a half spent in the library, Banneker sought to improve his uncertain conception of his prospective employer's habit and trend of mind. The hope of revelation was not borne out by the reading matter at hand. Most of it proved to be technical. When he returned to Marrineal's den, he found Russell Edmonds with the host.
"Marrineal's familiar," said Banneker. "I wonder how he got here. Certainly I didn't ask him.... Very well, Io. I'll compromise. But ... I don't think I'll put that quotation from the Areopagitica at the head of my column. That will have to wait. Perhaps it will have to wait until I we get a paper of our own." "Poor Ban!" whispered Io.
Over and above which Tertius is no fool, himself. You may have noticed that." "It's bothered me from time to time," admitted the other dryly. "It'll bother both of us more, presently," prophesied Edmonds. "Then I've been playing direct into Marrineal's hands in attacking Laird on the franchise matter." "Yes. Keep on." "Strange advice from you, Pop. You think my position on that is wrong."
"The paralytic virtue," said Banneker with such bitterness of conviction that Io answered: "I suppose you don't mean that to be simply clever." "It's true, isn't it?" "There's a measure of truth in it. But, Ban, you can't use Mr. Marrineal's own paper to expose conditions in Mr. Marrineal's mother's mills. If he'd even directed you to hold off " "That's his infernal cleverness.
It's quite within the possibilities." "After the way The Patriot and Mr. Marrineal himself have flayed the ring?" exclaimed Io. "It isn't possible. How could he so go back on himself?" Edmonds turned his fine and serious smile upon her. "Mr. Marrineal's guiding principle of politics and journalism is that the public never remembers.
Even though there's a lot of stuff being put over in the news columns that makes me sore and sick. Marrineal's little theory of using news as a lever is being put into practice pretty widely. Also we're selling it." "Selling our news columns?" "Some of 'em. For advertising. You're well out of any responsibility for that department.
Marrineal murmured smilingly something indefinite but complimentary as to Banneker's reputation on Park Row; but this was by no means a fair index to what he knew about Banneker. Indeed, that prematurely successful reporter would have been surprised at the extent to which Marrineal's private investigations had gone.
"Why the 'if'?" said Banneker. "Since Haring has passed it " "There is also Marrineal." "Haring sent it to him?" "Not at all. The useful and ubiquitous Ives, snooping as usual, came upon it. Hence it is now in Marrineal's hands. Likely to remain there, I should think." "Mr. Marrineal won't let it be published?" asked Io. "That's my guess," returned the veteran. "And mine," added Banneker.
That this was achieved without adversely affecting circulation was another proof, added to those already accumulated, of Marrineal's really eminent journalistic capacities.
"I wouldn't insure his life for five cents," returned the other with conviction. "Your editor is crazy-mad over this Mrs. Eyre. So there you have him delivered, shorn and helpless, and Delilah doesn't even suspect that she's acting as our agent." Marrineal's eyes fixed themselves in a lifeless sort of stare upon a far corner of the ceiling.
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