"I am a United States post-office inspector, and I can easily prove my ident.i.ty, gentlemen. I"m here in this convention merely as a spectator, killing time till my train leaves. But I know Nelson Sinkler because I arrested him a month or so ago after he had been a fugitive for two years. He killed a mail clerk. He is now awaiting trial. If that man down there is arrested as being Nelson Sinkler it will mean a lot of trouble for somebody." He sat down.
"Who are you?" yelled a chorus of the ring"s henchmen. They pressed as near to Farr as his body-guard would permit and shook their fists at him.
"I am a man and not a spirit," he said in the first silence--and silence came quickly, for they were eager to hear. "You can see that for yourselves. But just now I am less a man than a _Voice_." He shouted that last word. "The Voice calls you to rebuke the kind of politics that has just been attempted here. You have seen, you have heard! Will you indorse it by your votes? Will you keep in power that gang that has attempted it in the desperation of defeat?"
"No," the voices of men tumultuously replied.
Reckless and unjust attack had never tossed a more golden opportunity into a man"s hands.
"Then come over to the side of decency, my men. Nominate a champion who will be spotless and unafraid. There is war in this commonwealth instead of politics. Through one war the great patriot of this state led his people with high chivalry. For the next governor of this state, in these trying times, I nominate the son of that patriot--the Honorable Archer Converse of this city--G.o.d bless him!"
"We"re licked," gasped Colonel Dodd, trying to make the state chairman hear him, for the roar that rocked the great hall was deafening. "A boomerang has come back and mowed us flatter than an oven door in tophet."
In the rout, in the retreat--horse, foot and dragoons--crisp orders were issued and obeyed. The friends of Governor Harwood had only one resource--it was to save that gentleman"s face. His nomination was withdrawn.
That convention had run amuck, it was a ma.s.s of wild men who were feeling liberty from oppression for the first time and gloried in their new and sudden freedom from ring rule.
Then the delegates who came upon their feet roared the unanimous nomination of Archer Converse.
In the gale of that acclaim the opposition uttered no protest; the delegates who still remained loyal to the machine scowled and kept their seats.
Ducking under the tossing arms of men who flung aloft their hats and cheered with the frenzy of delight that the amazing victory inspired, Richard Dodd escaped to the rear of the hall and jammed himself into the press of the spectators. He hid behind a hedge of bodies and then dared to look at Colonel Dodd"s face. The mighty pa.s.sion which flamed on the uncle"s countenance was revealed to the nephew"s gaze even at that distance. The colonel was at the edge of the platform and was beckoning imperiously to some one. Young Dodd saw Detective Mullaney work his way out of the throng which surrounded Walker Farr; the officer was obviously obeying the summons of Colonel Dodd and marched to the platform and climbed on a chair in order to converse with the angry man who had beckoned.
And when Richard Dodd saw that conference begin overwhelming fear swept out of his soul all other emotions. He no longer had eyes for that girl in the gallery. Not even love and the promise she had made availed to stay him. Panic allowed him no time for planning an excuse or framing a lie. In playing for the stakes he had exacted he had felt that his uncle would hold no autopsy on the price of success. But five thousand dollars plucked from the Dodd pocket by a falsehood for which no excuse could be offered! And on top of that a crushing defeat which had been made definite and final by the work which Colonel Dodd had paid for!
The nephew saw Mullaney shake his head and throw up his hands in appeal and protest.
That spectacle made Richard Dodd a fugitive who thought only of saving himself. He fought his way through the crowd and ran out of the hall.
The thought of facing Symonds Dodd in that crisis or of waiting to be dragged before the furious tyrant--that thought lashed the traitor into mad flight.
He glanced up at the clock in the First National tower. He had three minutes before the bank"s closing time. He controlled his emotions as best he could and presented the check at the paying-teller"s grill.
The money was counted out to him without question, and when he held the thick packet in his hand he realized still more acutely in what position he stood in his affairs with Symonds Dodd.
He rushed to a garage, secured his car, and fled.
"I tell you I gave my nephew a check for five thousand dollars,"
insisted the colonel. "And the Dodds don"t lie to each other!"
"Then they have begun to do it," declared Mullaney. "He has double-crossed the two of us. There was never any talk between us of more than five hundred for the job."
Colonel Dodd hurried into the anteroom and called the bank on the telephone. "Almighty Herod!" he yelped, when he was informed that the check had been cashed. He banged the receiver upon its hook. "Even my own nephew has joined the pack of those d.a.m.nation wolves!"
Then with the air of a man recovering from a blow and wondering dizzily what had struck him, he left the convention hall by a rear door and went to his office.
Those whom he pa.s.sed on his way out made no attempt to stop him, did not urge him to remain. That convention seemed to be doing very well without calling upon Colonel Symonds Dodd for help or suggestions.
x.x.x
A GIRL"S IMPULSE
Herald unofficial, _avant courier_, Mr. Daniel Breed squeezed himself through the pack of people while they were still cheering the name of the Honorable Archer Converse.
"Giving candy to youngsters and good news to grown folks never made anybody specially unpopular," Mr. Breed a.s.sured himself with politician"s sagacity.
Therefore, he jog-trotted down to the Converse law-offices and shot himself into the presence of the estimable gentleman who had remained aloof from the distracting business of a convention.
"He"s done it," proclaimed Mr. Breed, making his sentences short and his message to the point because he was out of breath.
"Who has done what?" demanded Mr. Converse, with equal crispness.
"Farr. You"re nominated for governor. Acclamation! He"s a wiz with his tongue." Mr. Breed pursed his little mouth and "sipped" with gusto.
"Some talker! Don"t ever tell me that good talk doesn"t win when the right man makes it at the right time."
Mr. Converse rose and stood--a rigid statue of consternation and protest. "Do you mean to come in here and tell me that I have been nominated by that state convention? Without my sanction? Without my consent?"
"Sure thing! Easy work! Played all the tricks. Made believe he was green. Poked rights and lefts to Harwood"s jaw. Had himself paged as a murderer--at least, I reckon it was his own get-up. It cinched the thing, anyway. He understands human nature."
But Mr. Converse did not in the least understand this talk. "Look here, Breed, you haven"t gone crazy yourself, along with the rest, have you?"
"n.o.body"s crazy. People have simply woke up."
"I"ll be eternally condemned if I--"
"That"s right! You will be if you don"t b.u.t.ton up your coat and go over to the hall along with that notification committee that"s probably on the way, give the folks your best bow, and say you"ll take the job.
We"re some little team when we get started."
"You"re an infernal steer team, and you have dragged me into a mess of trouble," declared Mr. Converse, with venom.
"Glad you"re in," retorted the imperturbable Breed. "A man needs more or less trouble so as to round himself out; I"ve been having some troubles of my own. Whatever job you give me after you"re elected, don"t put me back with them stuffed animals. Harwood made his mistake right there!"
"It has begun already, has it?" asked Converse, indignantly.
"Office-seekers at it?"
"Sure thing!" responded Mr. Breed, amiably. "When you cool down you"ll remember that I got to you first with the good news."
Five minutes later the Honorable Archer Converse, muttering, but more calm, was marching toward the convention hall in the company of a proud committee of notification.
He walked out upon the platform and waited for the wild tumult of greeting to subside, and while he waited he searched the a.s.semblage with stern scrutiny to find the face of Walker Farr.
But that young worker of miracles was not in evidence.
He had risen with the others when the band began to blare the music which signaled the approach of the nominee.
Once more he turned his gaze toward the girl in the gallery.