XII
THE CAMPAIGN GRAFTER
"What a relief it will be when this election is over and the newspapers print news again," I growled as I turned the first page of the Star with a mere glance at the headlines.
"Yes," observed Kennedy, who was puzzling over a note which he had received in the morning mail. "This is the bitterest campaign in years.
Now, do you suppose that they are after me in a professional way or are they trying to round me up as an independent voter?"
The letter which had called forth this remark was headed, "The Travis Campaign Committee of the Reform League," and, as Kennedy evidently intended me to pa.s.s an opinion on it, I picked it up. It was only a few lines, requesting him to call during the morning, if convenient, on Wesley Travis, the candidate for governor and the treasurer of his campaign committee, Dean Bennett. It had evidently been written in great haste in longhand the night before.
"Professional," I hazarded. "There must be some scandal in the campaign for which they require your services."
"I suppose so," agreed Craig. "Well, if it is business instead of politics it has at least this merit--it is current business. I suppose you have no objection to going with me?"
Thus it came about that not very much later in the morning we found ourselves at the campaign headquarters, in the presence of two nervous and high-keyed gentlemen in frock coats and silk hats. It would have taken no great astuteness, even without seeing the surroundings, to deduce instantly that they were engaged in the annual struggle of seeking the votes of their fellow-citizens for something or other, and were nearly worn out by the arduous nature of that process.
Their headquarters were in a tower of a skysc.r.a.per, whence poured forth a torrent of appeal to the moral sense of the electorate, both in printed and oral form. Yet there was a different tone to the place from that which I had ordinarily a.s.sociated with political headquarters in previous campaigns. There was an absence of the old-fashioned politicians and of the air of intrigue laden with tobacco. Rather, there was an air of earnestness and efficiency which was decidedly prepossessing. Maps of the state were hanging on the walls, some stuck full of various coloured pins denoting the condition of the canva.s.s. A map of the city in colours, divided into all sorts of districts, told how fared the battle in the stronghold of the boss, Billy McLoughlin.
Huge systems of card indexes, loose leaf devices, labour-saving appliances for getting out a vast ma.s.s of campaign "literature" in a hurry, in short a perfect system, such as a great, well-managed business might have been proud of, were in evidence everywhere.
Wesley Travis was a comparatively young man, a lawyer who had early made a mark in politics and had been astute enough to shake off the thraldom of the bosses before the popular uprising against them. Now he was the candidate of the Reform League for governor and a good stiff campaign he was putting up.
His campaign manager, Dean Bennett, was a business man whose financial interests were opposed to those usually understood to be behind Billy McLoughlin, of the regular party to which both Travis and Bennett might naturally have been supposed to belong in the old days. Indeed the Reform League owed its existence to a fortunate conjunction of both moral and economic conditions demanding progress.
"Things have been going our way up to the present," began Travis confidentially, when we were seated democratically with our campaign cigars lighted. "Of course we haven"t such a big "barrel" as our opponents, for we are not frying the fat out of the corporations. But the people have supported us n.o.bly, and I think the opposition of the vested interests has been a great help. We seem to be winning, and I say "seem" only because one can never be certain how anything is going in this political game nowadays.
"You recall, Mr. Kennedy, reading in the papers that my country house out on Long Island was robbed the other day? Some of the reporters made much of it. To tell the truth, I think they had become so satiated with sensations that they were sure that the thing was put up by some muckrakers and that there would be an expose of some kind. For the thief, whoever he was, seems to have taken nothing from my library but a sort of sc.r.a.p-book or alb.u.m of photographs. It was a peculiar robbery, but as I had nothing to conceal it didn"t worry me. Well, I had all but forgotten it when a fellow came into Bennett"s office here yesterday and demanded--tell us what it was, Bennett. You saw him."
Bennett cleared his throat. "You see, it was this way. He gave his name as Harris Hanford and described himself as a photographer. I think he has done work for Billy McLoughlin. At any rate, his offer was to sell us several photographs, and his story about them was very circ.u.mstantial. He hinted that they had been evidently among those stolen from Mr. Travis and that in a roundabout way they had come into the possession of a friend of his without his knowing who the thief was. He said that he had not made the photographs himself, but had an idea by whom they were made, that the original plates had been destroyed, but that the person who made them was ready to swear that the pictures were taken after the nominating convention this fall which had named Travis. At any rate the photographs were out and the price for them was $25,000."
"What are they that he should set such a price on them?" asked Kennedy, keenly looking from Bennett quickly to Travis.
Travis met his look without flinching. "They are supposed to be photographs of myself," he replied slowly. "One purports to represent me in a group on McLoughlin"s porch at his farm on the south sh.o.r.e of the island, about twenty miles from my place. As Hanford described it, I am standing between McLoughlin and J. Cadwalader Brown, the trust promoter who is backing McLoughlin to save his investments. Brown"s hand is on my shoulder and we are talking familiarly. Another is a picture of Brown, McLoughlin, and myself riding in Brown"s car, and in it Brown and I are evidently on the best of terms. Oh, there are several of them, all in the same vein. Now," he added, and his voice rose with emotion as if he were addressing a cart-tail meeting which must be convinced that there was nothing criminal in riding in a motor-car, "I don"t hesitate to admit that a year or so ago I was not on terms of intimacy with these men, but at least acquainted with them.
At various times, even as late as last spring, I was present at conferences over the presidential outlook in this state, and once I think I did ride back to the city with them. But I know that there were no pictures taken, and even if there had been I would not care if they told the truth about them. I have frankly admitted in my speeches that I knew these men, that my knowledge of them and breaking from them is my chief qualification for waging an effective war on them if I am elected. They hate me cordially. You know that. What I do care about is the sworn allegation that now accompanies these--these fakes. They were not, could not have been taken after the independent convention that nominated me. If the photographs were true I would be a fine traitor.
But I haven"t even seen McLoughlin or Brown since last spring. The whole thing is a--"
"Lie from start to finish," put in Bennett emphatically. "Yes, Travis, we all know that. I"d quit right now if I didn"t believe in you. But let us face the facts. Here is this story, sworn to as Hanford says and apparently acquiesced in by Billy McLoughlin and Cad. Brown. What do they care anyhow as long as it is against you? And there, too, are the pictures themselves--at least they will be in print or suppressed, according as we act. Now, you know that nothing could hurt the reform ticket worse than to have an issue like this raised at this time. We were supposed at least to be on the level, with nothing to explain away. There may be just enough people to believe that there is some basis for this suspicion to turn the tide against us. If it were earlier in the campaign I"d say accept the issue, fight it out to a finish, and in the turn of events we should really have the best campaign material. But it is too late now to expose such a knavish trick of theirs on the Friday before election. Frankly, I believe discretion is the better part of valour in this case and without abating a jot of my faith in you, Travis, well, I"d pay first and expose the fraud afterward, after the election, at leisure."
"No, I won"t," persisted Travis, shutting his square jaw doggedly. "I won"t be held up."
The door had opened and a young lady in a very stunning street dress, with a huge hat and a tantalising veil, stood in it for a moment, hesitated, and then was about to shut it with an apology for intruding on a conference.
"I"ll fight it if it takes my last dollar," declared Travis, "but I won"t be blackmailed out of a cent. Good-morning, Miss Ashton. I"ll be free in a moment. I"ll see you in your office directly."
The girl, with a portfolio of papers in her hand, smiled, and Travis quickly crossed the room and held the door deferentially open as he whispered a word or two. When she had disappeared he returned and remarked, "I suppose you have heard of Miss Margaret Ashton, the suffragette leader, Mr. Kennedy? She is the head of our press bureau."
Then a heightened look of determination set his fine face in hard lines, and he brought his fist down on the desk. "No, not a cent," he thundered.
Bennett shrugged his shoulders hopelessly and looked at Kennedy in mock resignation as if to say, "What can you do with such a fellow?" Travis was excitedly pacing the floor and waving his arms as if he were addressing a meeting in the enemy"s country. "Hanford comes at us in this way," he continued, growing more excited as he paced up and down.
"He says plainly that the pictures will of course be accepted as among those stolen from me, and in that, I suppose, he is right. The public will swallow it. When Bennett told him I would prosecute he laughed and said, "Go ahead. I didn"t steal the pictures. That would be a great joke for Travis to seek redress from the courts he is criticising. I guess he"d want to recall the decision if it went against him--hey?"
Hanford says that a hundred copies have been made of each of the photographs and that this person, whom we do not know, has them ready to drop into the mail to the one hundred leading papers of the state in time for them to appear in the Monday editions just before Election Day. He says no amount of denying on our part can destroy the effect--or at least he went further and said "shake their validity."
"But I repeat. They are false. For all I know, it is a plot of McLoughlin"s, the last fight of a boss for his life, driven into a corner. And it is meaner than if he had attempted to forge a letter.
Pictures appeal to the eye and mind much more than letters. That"s what makes the thing so dangerous. Billy McLoughlin knows how to make the best use of such a roorback on the eve of an election, and even if I not only deny but prove that they are a fake, I"m afraid the harm will be done. I can"t reach all the voters in time. Ten see such a charge to one who sees the denial."
"Just so," persisted Bennett coolly. "You admit that we are practically helpless. That"s what I have been saying all along. Get control of the prints first, Travis, for G.o.d"s sake. Then raise any kind of a howl you want--before election or after. As I say, if we had a week or two it might be all right to fight. But we can make no move without making fools of ourselves until they are published Monday as the last big thing of the campaign. The rest of Monday and the Tuesday morning papers do NOT give us time to reply. Even if they were published to-day we should hardly have time to expose the plot, hammer it in, and make the issue an a.s.set instead of a liability. No, you must admit it yourself. There isn"t time. We must carry out the work we have so carefully planned to cap the campaign, and if we are diverted by this it means a let-up in our final efforts, and that is as good as McLoughlin wants anyhow. Now, Kennedy, don"t you agree with me? Squelch the pictures now at any cost, then follow the thing up and, if we can, prosecute after election?"
Kennedy and I, who had been so far little more than interested spectators, had not presumed to interrupt. Finally Craig asked, "You have copies of the pictures?"
"No," replied Bennett. "This Hanford is a brazen fellow, but he was too astute to leave them. I saw them for an instant. They look bad. And the affidavits with them look worse."
"H"m," considered Kennedy, turning the crisis over in his mind. "We"ve had alleged stolen and forged letters before, but alleged stolen and forged photographs are new. I"m not surprised that you are alarmed, Bennett,--nor that you want to fight, Travis."
"Then you will take up the case?" urged the latter eagerly, forgetting both his campaign manager and his campaign manners, and leaning forward almost like a prisoner in the dock to catch the words of the foreman of the jury. "You will trace down the forger of those pictures before it is too late?"
"I haven"t said I"ll do that--yet," answered Craig measuredly. "I haven"t even said I"d take up the case. Politics is a new game to me, Mr. Travis. If I go into this thing I want to go into it and stay in it--well, you know how you lawyers put it, with clean hands. On one condition I"ll take the matter up, and on only one."
"Name it," cried Travis anxiously,
"Of course, having been retained by you," continued Craig with provoking slowness, "it is not reasonable to suppose that if I find--how shall I put it--bluntly, yes?--if I find that the story of Hanford has some--er--foundation, it is not reasonable to suppose that I should desert you and go over to the other side. Neither is it to be supposed that I will continue and carry such a thing through for you regardless of truth. What I ask is to have a free hand, to be able to drop the case the moment I cannot proceed further in justice to myself, drop it, and keep my mouth shut. You understand? These are my conditions and no less."
"And you think you can make good?" questioned Bennett rather sceptically. "You are willing to risk it? You don"t think it would be better to wait until after the election is won?"
"You have heard my conditions," reiterated Craig.
"Done," broke in Travis. "I"m going to fight it out, Bennett. If we get in wrong by d.i.c.kering with them at the start it may be worse for us in the end. Paying amounts to confession."
Bennett shook his head dubiously. "I"m afraid this will suit McLoughlin"s purpose just as well. Photographs are like statistics.
They don"t lie unless the people who make them do. But it"s hard to tell what a liar can accomplish with either in an election."
"Say, Dean, you"re not going to desert me?" reproached Travis. "You"re not offended at my kicking over the traces, are you?"
Bennett rose, placed a hand on Travis"s shoulder, and grasped his other. "Wesley," he said earnestly, "I wouldn"t desert you even if the pictures were true."
"I knew it," responded Travis heartily. "Then let Mr. Kennedy have one day to see what he can do. Then if we make no progress we"ll take your advice, Dean. We"ll pay, I suppose, and ask Mr. Kennedy to continue the case after next Tuesday."
"With the proviso," put in Craig.
"With the proviso, Kennedy," repeated Travis. "Your hand on that. Say, I think I"ve shaken hands with half the male population of this state since I was nominated, but this means more to me than any of them. Call on us, either Bennett or myself, the moment you need aid. Spare no reasonable expense, and--and get the goods, no matter whom it hits higher up, even if it is Cadwalader Brown himself. Good-bye and a thousand thanks--oh, by the way, wait. Let me take you around and introduce you to Miss Ashton. She may be able to help you."
The office of Bennett and Travis was in the centre of the suite. On one side were the cashier and clerical force as well as the speakers"
bureau, where spellbinders of all degrees were getting instruction, tours were being laid out, and reports received from meetings already held.
On the other side was the press bureau with a large and active force in charge of Miss Ashton, who was supporting Travis because he had most emphatically declared for "Votes for Women" and had insisted that his party put this plank in its platform. Miss Ashton was a clever girl, a graduate of a famous woman"s college, and had had several years of newspaper experience before she became a leader in the suffrage cause.
I recalled having read and heard a great deal about her, though I had never met her. The Ashtons were well known in New York society, and it was a sore trial to some of her conservative friends that she should reject what they considered the proper "sphere" for women. Among those friends, I understood, was Cadwalader Brown himself.
Travis had scarcely more than introduced us, yet already I scented a romance behind the ordinarily prosaic conduct of a campaign press bureau. It is far from my intention to minimise the work or the ability of the head of the press bureau, but it struck me, both then and later, that the candidate had an extraordinary interest in the newspaper campaign, much more than in the speakers" bureau, and I am sure that it was not solely accounted for by the fact that publicity is playing a more and more important part in political campaigning.
Nevertheless such innovations as her card index system by election districts all over the state, showing the att.i.tude of the various newspaper editors, of local political leaders, and changes of sentiment, were very full and valuable. Kennedy, who had a regular pigeon-hole mind for facts, was visibly impressed by this huge mechanical memory built up by Miss Ashton. Though he said nothing to me I knew he had also observed the state of affairs between the reform candidate and the suffrage leader.