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I've seen too much good and bad too inextricably mingled in human nature, to judge on part information." Election day came and passed. On the evening of it the streets were ribald with crowds gleefully shrieking! "Call me Dennis, wifie. I'm stung!" Laird had been badly beaten, running far behind Marrineal. Halloran, the ring candidate, was elected. Banneker did it.
She killed 'em dead in London in romantic comedy and now she's come back here to repeat." "Oh, yes. Opening to-night, isn't she? I've got a seat." He looked over at Marrineal, who was apparently protesting against his neighbor's reversed wine-glass. "So that's Mr. Marrineal's little style of game, is it?"
"We could have talked it over yesterday." "But I understood that you were busy with callers yesterday. That charming Mrs. Eyre, who, by the way, is interested in the strikers, isn't she? Or was it the day before yesterday that she was here?" The Searchlight! And now Io Eyre! No doubt of what Marrineal meant.
"To himself," said Marrineal with an acumen quite above the shrewdness of an Ives to grasp. But the latter nodded intelligently, and remarked: "If he's money-crazy you've got him, anyway, sooner or later. And now that he's woman-crazy, too " "You'll never understand just how sane Mr. Banneker is," broke in Marrineal coldly. He was a very sane man, himself.
And I don't know Marrineal." "Upright, too; that one?" The sneer in Masters's heavy voice was palpable. "You consider that no newspaper can be upright," the lawyer interpreted. "I've bought 'em and bluffed 'em and stood 'em in a corner to be good," returned the other simply. "What would you expect my opinion to be?" "The Sphere, among them?" queried the lawyer.
"I'm glad to hear that," returned Marrineal with gravity. "After I'd made my estimate of what the newspapers publish and fail to publish, I canvassed the circulation lists and news-stands and made another discovery. There is a large potential reading public not yet tied up to any newspaper. It's waiting for the right paper."
In the regular course of political events, Laird was renominated on a fusion ticket. Thereupon the old ring, which had so long battened on the corruption or local government, put up a sleek and presentable figurehead. Marrineal nominated himself amidst the Homeric laughter of the professional politicians.
"Exactly." "Why the double-column measure?" "More attractive to the eye. It stands out." "And the heavy type for the same reason?" "Yes. I want to make 'em just as easy to read as possible." "They're easy to read," admitted the other. "Are they all yours?" "Mine and others'." Marrineal looked a bland question. Banneker answered it. "I've been up and down in the highways and the low-ways, Mr.
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.
Perhaps he prefers the deeper-lying power to make and unmake politicians. We've done it already in a few cases. That's Edmonds's specialty. I'll know within a few days what Marrineal wants, if I can get a showdown. He and I are coming to a new basis of finance." "Yes; he thinks he can't afford to keep on paying you by circulation. You're putting on too much." This from Edmonds.
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