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"If to err is human, it does," agreed Professor Bolton. "To begin with, I am a member of the faculty of the University of Reuton, situated, as you no doubt know, in the city of the same name. For a long time I have taken a quiet interest in our municipal politics. I have been up in arms linguistic arms against this odd character Cargan, who came from the slums to rule us with a rod of iron.
"I was present," smiled Magee, "at the ceremony you mention." "Yes? All these plans, as I have said, were known to Drayton. A few nights ago he came to me. He wanted to send an emissary to Baldpate a man whom Cargan had never met one who could perhaps keep up the pretense of being here for some other reason than a connection with the bribe.
And then, as he saw that Kendrick did not listen, he turned and walked quietly into the bedroom of number seven, taking no notice of Cargan and Bland, who, with the other winter guests of Baldpate, now crowded the doorway leading to the hall. Hayden closed the bedroom door. Mr. Magee and the others stood silent, wondering.
Magee started for the stairs. Between him and them loomed suddenly the great bulk of Mr. Cargan. His hard menacing eyes looked full into Magee's. "I want to speak to you, young fellow," he remarked. "I'm flattered," said Magee, "that you find my company so enchanting. In ten minutes I'll be ready for another interview." "You're ready now," answered the mayor, "even if you don't know it."
The same lily-livered crowd that I've seen in the streets since I laid the first paving stone under 'em myself in '91. Afraid of them? Hell! I'd walk through an ant hill as scared as I would through that mob. Thanks for telling me, Dan, but Jim Cargan won't be in the mollycoddle class for a century or two yet." "Yes, sir," said the patrolman admiringly.
"I shall certainly see to it that the hermit's book has an honored place in our college library." Out of the big chair into which he had sunk came the wail of the uncomprehending Cargan: "He's done this thing to me after all I've done for him." "I hope every one is quite comfortable," remarked Mr. Magee, selecting a seat facing the crowd. "It's to be a long wait, you know." There was no answer.
Cargan hit the mantelpiece with his huge fist. "By heaven, no," he cried. "I'll lift it from under their very noses. I've done it before I can do it now. I don't care who they are. They can't touch me. They can't touch Jim Cargan. I ain't afraid." Mr. Magee, on the landing, whispered into his companion's ear. "I think I'll go down and greet our guests."
The train was in the Reuton suburbs now. At a neat little station it slowed down to a stop, and a florid policeman entered the smoking-car. Cargan looked up. "Hello, Dan," he said. His voice was lifeless; the old-time ring was gone. The policeman removed his helmet and shifted it nervously. "I thought I'd tell you, Mr. Cargan," he said "I thought I'd warn you. You'd better get off here.
The roar became mad, defiant. But Cargan stepped forward boldly. Now he reached the leaders of the mob. He pushed his way in among them, smiling but determined. They closed in on him. A little man got firmly in his path. He took the little man by the shoulders and stood him aside with some friendly word.
"Cargan says he will fight." "Of course he will," she replied. "But this will prove Napoleon's Waterloo. Whether or not he is sent to prison and perhaps he can escape that, he's very clever his power in Reuton is broken. He can't possibly win at the next election it comes very soon. I'm so glad. For years our editor has been fighting corruption, in the face of terrible odds and temptations.
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