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He relieved himself of his overcoat without speaking, and when he turned again toward Mornway he was surprised to find the latter watching him with a smile. "It's good to see you, Hadley," the Governor said. "I waited to be sent for; I knew you'd let me know when you wanted me," Shackwell replied. "I didn't send for you on purpose.
Suddenly he rose and held out his hand. "Give me the letter," he said. The Governor caught him up with a kindling eye. "It's all right, then? You see, and you'll take it?" Shackwell met his glance with one of melancholy interrogation. "I think I see a magnificent suicide, but it's the kind of way I shouldn't mind dying myself."
Mornway gave you the same advice this afternoon." "Well, what of that? Do you imagine that my wife distrib " The Governor broke off with an exasperated laugh. Shackwell, leaning against the mantelpiece, looked down into the embers. "I didn't say the 'Spy' meant to accuse you of having sold the office." Mornway stood up slowly, his eyes on his friend's averted face.
There was a long pause, during which Shackwell kept his eyes on Mornway. The Governor had turned pale, but when he spoke his voice was full and firm. "This is sudden," he said. Fleetwood stood leaning against a high chair-back, fretting its carved ornaments with restless fingers. "It is sudden yes. I there are a variety of reasons."
Shackwell moved in Fleetwood's wake to the door. Mrs. Mornway stood with her head high, smiling slightly. She shook hands with each of the men in turn; then she moved toward the sofa and laid aside her shining cloak. All her gestures were calm and noble, but as she raised her hand to unclasp the cloak her husband uttered a sudden exclamation. "Where did you get that bracelet? I don't remember it."
Shackwell, from a distant seat, uttered a faint protesting sound, but no one heeded him. The Governor stood squarely before Fleetwood, his hands in his pockets. "It is true, then?" he demanded. "What is true?" "What the 'Spy' means to say that you bought my wife's influence to get your first appointment." In the silence Shackwell started suddenly to his feet.
There had been, in the interval, no communication between the two men, and the papers had been silent or non-committal. In the lobby Shackwell met Fleetwood leaving the building. For a moment the Attorney-General seemed about to speak; then he nodded and passed on, leaving to Shackwell the impression of a face more than ever thrust forward like a weapon.
The Governor rose, with a gesture toward the window, through which, below the slope of the Capitol grounds, the roofs and steeples of the city spread their smoky mass to the mild air. "Of all that is left," he said. "Of everything except Fleetwood and myself." "Ah " Shackwell murmured. Mornway turned back and sank into his seat. "Don't you see that was all I had to turn to?
A sound of carriage-wheels had disturbed the quiet street. They paused and then rolled up the semicircle to the door of the Executive Mansion. "John!" Shackwell warned him. The Governor turned impatiently; there was the sound of a servant's steps in the hall, followed by the opening and closing of the outer door. "Your wife Mrs. Mornway!" Shackwell cried.
You're saying to me just what Ella said this afternoon." At the mention of Mrs. Mornway's name a silence fell between the two men and the Governor moved uneasily in his chair. "You are not advising me to chuck Fleetwood because the 'Spy' is going to accuse me of having sold him his first appointment?" he said at length. Shackwell drew a deep breath. "You say yourself that Mrs.
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