Ba.s.sett had stipulated that his name should not appear and he suggested that Dan place his own on the door. Later, when he had been admitted to the bar it would be easy to add "attorney at law," Ba.s.sett said. Each of the three rooms of what the agent of the building liked to call a suite opened directly into the hall. In the first Harwood set up a desk for himself; in the second he placed the library, and the third and largest was to be Ba.s.sett"s at such times as he cared to use it. Throughout the summer Harwood hardly saw Ba.s.sett, and he began to regret his reluctant a.s.sent to a relationship which conferred so many benefits with so little work. He dug hungrily at the law, and felt that he was making progress.
Fitch, who was braving the heat in town, had outlined a course of reading for him, and continued his manifestations of friendliness by several times asking him to dinner, with a motor ride later to cool them off before going to bed.
Ba.s.sett kept pretty close to Fraserville, running into the city occasionally for a few hours. He complained now and then because he saw so little of his family, who continued at the lake. Dan had certain prescribed duties, but these were not onerous. A great many of the country newspapers began to come to the office, and it was Harwood"s business to read them and cut out any items bearing upon local political conditions. Ba.s.sett winnowed these carefully, brushing the chaff into his wastebasket and retaining a few kernels for later use. He seemed thoroughly familiar with the state press and spoke of the rural newspapers with a respect that surprised Harwood, who had little patience with what he called the "grapevine dailies," with their sc.r.a.ppy local news, patent insides, and servile partisan opinions. Still, he began to find in a considerable number of these papers, even those emanating from remote county seats, a certain raciness and independence.
This newspaper reading, which Dan had begun perfunctorily, soon interested him. It was thus, he saw, that Ba.s.sett kept in touch with state affairs. Sporadic temperance movements, squabbles over local improvements, rows in school boards, and like matters were not beneath Ba.s.sett"s notice. He discussed these incidents and conditions with Harwood, who was astonished to find how thoroughly Ba.s.sett knew the state.
Through all this Dan was not blind to the sins charged against Ba.s.sett.
There were certain corporations which it was said Ba.s.sett protected from violence at the state house. But as against this did not the vast horde of greedy corporations maintain a lobby at every session and was not a certain amount of lobbying legitimate? Again, Ba.s.sett had shielded the liquor interests from many attacks; but had not these interests their rights, and was it not a sound doctrine that favored government with the least restraint? Rather uglier had been Ba.s.sett"s identification with the organization of the White River Canneries Company, a combination of industries on which a scandalous overissue of stock had been sold in generous chunks to a confiding public, followed in a couple of years by a collapse of the business and a reorganization that had frozen out all but a favored few. Still, Ba.s.sett had not been the sole culprit in that affair, and was not this sort of financiering typical of the time?
Ba.s.sett and Thatcher had both played the gentle game of freeze-out in half a dozen other instances, and if they were culpable, why had they not been brought to book? In his inner soul Dan knew why not: in the bi-partisan political game only the stupid are annoyed by grand juries, which take their cue tamely from ambitious prosecuting attorneys eager for higher office.
Ba.s.sett"s desk stood against the wall and over it hung a map of Indiana.
It was no unusual thing for Dan to find Ba.s.sett with his chair tipped back, his eyes fixed upon the map. The oblong checkerboard formed by the ninety-two counties of the Hoosier commonwealth seemed to have a fascination for the man from Fraserville. When Dan found him thus in rapt contemplation Ba.s.sett usually turned toward him a little reluctantly and absently. It was thus that Morton Ba.s.sett studied the field, like a careful general outlining his campaigns, with ample data and charts before him.
This was an "off" year politically, or, more accurately, the statutes called for no state election in Indiana. For every one knows that there is no hour of the day in any year when politics wholly cease from agitating the waters of the Wabash: somewhere some one is always dropping in a pebble to see how far the ripple will widen. In the torrid first days of September the malfeasance of the treasurer of an Ohio River county afforded the Republican press an opportunity to gloat, the official in question being, of course, a Democrat, and a prominent member of the state committee.
For several days before the exposure Ba.s.sett had appeared fitfully at the Whitcomb and in the Boordman Building. On the day that the Republican "Advertiser" screamed delightedly over the Democratic scandal in Ranger County, Ba.s.sett called Dan into his office. Ba.s.sett"s name had been linked to that of Miles, the erring treasurer, in the "Advertiser"s" headlines; and its leading editorial had pointed to the defalcation as the sort of thing that inevitably follows the domination of a party by a spoilsman and corruptionist like the senator from Fraser.
Ba.s.sett indicated by a nod a copy of the "Advertiser" on his desk.
"The joke was on us this time. They"re pinning Miles on me, and I guess I"ll have to wear him like a bouquet. I"ve been in Louisville fixing this thing up and they won"t have as much fun as they thought. It"s a simple case: Miles hadn"t found out yet that corn margins are not legitimate investments for a county"s money. He"s a good fellow and will know better next time. We couldn"t afford to have a member of the state committee in jail, so I met the bondsmen and the prosecuting attorney--he"s a Republican--in Louisville and we straightened it all out. The money"s in bank down there. It proves to be after all a matter of bookkeeping,--technical differences, which were reconciled readily enough. Miles got scared; those fellows always do. He"ll be good now."
Dan had been standing. Ba.s.sett pointed to a chair.
"I want you to write an interview with me on this case, laying emphasis on the fact that the trouble was all due to an antiquated system of keeping the accounts, which Miles inherited from his predecessors in office. The president of the bank and the prosecutor have prepared statements,--I have them in my pocket,--and I want you to get all the publicity you know how for these things. Let me see. In my interview you"d better lay great stress on the imperative need for a uniform accounting law for county officials. Say that we expect to stand for this in our next platform; make it strong. Have me say that this incident in Ranger County, while regrettable, will serve a good purpose if it arouses the minds of the people to the importance of changing the old unsatisfactory method of bookkeeping that so frequently leads perfectly trustworthy and well-meaning officials into error. Do you get the idea?"
"Yes; perfectly," Dan replied. "As I understand it, Miles isn"t guilty, but you would take advantage of the agitation to show the necessity for reform."
"Exactly. And while you"re about it, write a vigorous editorial for the "Courier," on the same line, and a few ironical squibs based on the eagerness of the Republican papers to see all Democrats through black goggles." The humor showed in Ba.s.sett"s eyes for an instant, and he added: "Praise the Republican prosecutor of Ranger County for refusing to yield to partisan pressure and take advantage of a Democrat"s mistakes of judgment. He"s a nice fellow and we"ve got to be good to him."
This was the first task of importance that Ba.s.sett had a.s.signed to him and Dan addressed himself to it zealously. If Miles was not really a defaulter there was every reason why the heinous aspersions of the opposition press should be dealt with vigorously. Dan was impressed by Ba.s.sett"s method of dealing with a difficult situation. Miles had erred, but Ba.s.sett had taken the matter in hand promptly, secretly, and effectively. His att.i.tude toward the treasurer"s sin was tolerant and amiable. Miles had squandered money in bucket-shop gambling, but the sin was not uncommon, and the amount of his loss was sufficient to a.s.sure his penitence; he was an ally of Ba.s.sett"s and it was Ba.s.sett"s way to take care of his friends. Ba.s.sett had not denied that the culprit had been guilty of indiscretions; but he had minimized the importance of his error and adorned the tale with a moral on which Dan set about laying the greatest emphasis. He enjoyed writing, and in the interview he attributed ideas to Ba.s.sett that would have been creditable to the most idealistic of statesmen. He based the editorial Ba.s.sett had suggested upon the interview; and he wrote half a dozen editorial paragraphs in a vein of caustic humor that the "Courier" affected. In the afternoon he copied his articles on a typewriter and submitted them to Ba.s.sett.
"Good, very good. Too bad to take you out of the newspaper business; you have the right point of view and you know how to get hold of the right end of a sentence. Let me see. I wish you would do another interview changing the phraseology and making it short, and we"ll give the "Advertiser" a chance to print it. I"ll attend to these other things.
You"d better not be running into the "Courier" office too much now that you"re with me. They haven"t got on to that yet, but they"ll give us a twist when they do."
Dan had been admitted to the ante-chamber of Ba.s.sett"s confidence, but he was to be permitted to advance a step further. At four o"clock he was surprised by the appearance of Atwill, the "Courier"s" manager. Dan had no acquaintance with Atwill, whose advent had been coincident with the "Courier"s" change of ownership shortly after Dan"s tentative connection with the paper began. Atwill had rarely visited the editorial department, but it was no secret that he exercised general supervision of the paper. It had been whispered among the reporters that every issue was read carefully in proof by Atwill, but Dan had never been particularly interested in this fact. As Atwill appeared in the outer office, Ba.s.sett came from his own room to meet him. The door closed quickly upon the two and they were together for half an hour or more.
Then Ba.s.sett summoned Dan.
"Mr. Atwill, this is Mr. Harwood. He was formerly employed on the "Courier." It was he that wrote up the Hoosier statesmen, you may remember."
Atwill nodded.
"I remember very well. Those articles helped business,--we could follow your pencil up and down the state on our circulation reports. I jumped the city editor for letting you go."
Atwill was a lean, clean-shaven man who chewed gum hungrily. His eyes were noticeably alert and keen. There was a tradition that he had been a "star" reporter in New York, a managing editor in Pittsburg, and a business manager in Minneapolis before coming to supervise the "Courier"
for its new owner.
"Atwill, you and Harwood had better keep in touch with each other.
Harwood is studying law here, but he will know pretty well what I"m doing. He will probably write an editorial for you occasionally, and when it comes in it won"t be necessary for the regular employees of the "Courier" to know where it comes from. Harwood won"t mind if they take all the glory for his work."
When Atwill left, Ba.s.sett talked further to Harwood, throwing his legs across a chair and showing himself more at ease than Dan had yet seen him.
"Harwood," he said,--he had dropped the mister to-day for the first time in their intercourse,--"I"ve opened the door wider to you than I ever did before to any man. I trust you."
"I appreciate that, Mr. Ba.s.sett."
"I"ve been carrying too much, and it"s a relief to find that I"ve got a man I can unload on. You understand, I trust you absolutely. And in coming to me as you did, and accepting these confidences, I a.s.sume that you don"t think me as wicked as my enemies make me out."
"I liked you," said Dan, with real feeling, "from that moment you shook hands with me in your house at Fraserville. When I don"t believe in you any longer, I"ll quit; and if that time comes you may be sure that I shan"t traffic in what I learn of your affairs. I feel that I want to say that to you."
"That"s all right, Harwood. I hope our relations will be increasingly friendly; but if you want to quit at any time you"re not tied. Be sure of that. If you should quit me to-morrow I should be disappointed but I wouldn"t kick. And don"t build up any quixotic ideas of grat.i.tude toward me. When you don"t like your job, move on. I guess we understand each other."
If Dan entertained any doubts as to the ethics involved in Ba.s.sett"s handling of the situation in Ranger County they were swept away by the perfect candor with which Ba.s.sett informed their new intimacy. The most interesting and powerful character in Indiana politics had made a confidant of him. Without attempting to exact vows of secrecy, or threatening vengeance for infractions of faith, but in a spirit of good-fellowship that appealed strongly to Harwood, Ba.s.sett had given him a pa.s.s-key to many locked doors.
"As you probably gathered," Ba.s.sett was saying, "Atwill represents me at the "Courier" office."
"I had never suspected it," Dan replied.
"Has anybody suspected it?" asked Ba.s.sett quickly.
"Well; of course it has been said repeatedly that you own or control the "Courier.""
"Let them keep on saying it; they might have hard work to prove it.
And--" Ba.s.sett"s eyes turned toward the window. His brows contracted and he shut his lips tightly so that his stiff mustache gave to his mouth a sinister look that Dan had never seen before. The disagreeable expression vanished and he was his usual calm, unruffled self. "And," he concluded, smiling, "I might have some trouble in proving it myself."
Dan was not only acc.u.mulating valuable information, but Ba.s.sett interested him more and more as a character. He was an unusual man, a new type, this senator from Fraser, with his alternating candor and disingenuousness, his prompt solutions of perplexing problems. It was unimaginable that a man so strong and so sure of himself, and so shrewd in extricating others from their entanglements, could ever be cornered, trapped, or beaten.
Ba.s.sett"s hands had impressed Dan that first night at Fraserville, and he watched them again as Ba.s.sett idly twisted a rubber band in his fingers. How gentle those hands were and how cruel they might be!
The next morning Dan found that his interview with Ba.s.sett was the feature of the first page of the "Courier," and the statement he had sent to the "Advertiser" was hardly less prominently displayed. His editorial was the "Courier"s" leader, and it appeared _verbatim et literatim_. He viewed his work with pride and satisfaction; even his ironical editorial "briefs" had, he fancied, something of the piquancy he admired in the paragraphing of the "New York Sun." But his gratification at being able to write "must" matter for both sides of a prominent journal was obscured by the greater joy of being the chief adjutant of the "Courier"s" sagacious concealed owner.
The "Advertiser" replied to Ba.s.sett"s statement in a tone of hilarity.
Ba.s.sett"s plea for a better accounting system was funny, that was all.
Miles, the treasurer of Ranger County, had been playing the bucket shops with public moneys, and the Honorable Morton Ba.s.sett, of Fraserville, with characteristic zeal in a bad cause, had not only adjusted the shortage, but was craftily trying to turn the incident to the advantage of his party. The text for the "Advertiser"s" leader was the jingle:--
"When the devil was sick, the devil a monk would be; When the devil got well, the devil a monk was he!"
Ba.s.sett had left town, but the regular staff of the "Courier" kept up the fight along the lines of the articles Dan had contributed. The "Advertiser," finding that the Republican prosecuting attorney of Ranger County joined with the local bank in certifying to Miles"s probity, dropped the matter after a few scattering volleys.
However, within a week after the Miles incident, the "Advertiser" gave Harwood the shock of an unlooked-for plunge into ice-water by printing a sensational story under a double-column headline, reading, "The Boss in the Boordman Building." The Honorable Morton Ba.s.sett, so the article averred, no longer satisfied to rule his party amid the pastoral calm of Fraser County, had stolen into the capital and secretly established headquarters, which meant, beyond question, the manifestation of even a wider exercise of his malign influence in Indiana politics. Harwood"s name enjoyed a fame that day that many years of laborious achievement could not have won for it. The "Advertiser"s" photographers had stolen in at night and taken a flashlight picture of the office door, bearing the legend
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DANIEL HARWOOD
Harwood"s personal history was set forth in florid phrases. It appeared that he had been carefully chosen and trained by Ba.s.sett to aid in his evil work. His connection with the "Courier," which had seemed to Dan at the time so humble, a.s.sumed a dignity and importance that highly amused him. It was quite like the Fraserville boss to choose a young man of good antecedents, the graduate of a great university, with no previous experience in politics, the better to bend him to his will. Dan"s talents and his brilliant career at college all helped to magnify the importance of Ba.s.sett"s latest move. Morton Ba.s.sett was dangerous, the "Advertiser" conceded editorially, because he had brains; and he was even more to be feared because he could command the brains of other men.
Dan called Ba.s.sett at Fraserville on the long distance telephone and told him of the disclosure. Ba.s.sett replied in a few sentences.
"That won"t hurt anything. I"d been expecting something of the kind. Put you in, did they? I"ll get my paper to-night and read it carefully.
Better cut the stuff out and send it in an envelope, to make sure. Call Atwill over and tell him we ignore the whole business. I"m taking a little rest, but I"ll be in town in about a week."