‚ÄúWell, see here,‚Äù said the astute Stillings, checking the details upon his fingers. ‚ÄúThey visit Senator Smith‚Äôs together; he takes her home from the Treble Clef; they say he talked to nobody else at her party; she recommends him for the campaign‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù
“What!” Teerswell again exploded. But Stillings continued smoothly:
“Oh, I have ways of finding things out. She corresponds with him during the campaign; she asks Smith to make him Register; and he calls on her every night.”
Teerswell sat down limply.
‚ÄúI see,‚Äù he groaned. ‚ÄúIt‚Äôs all up. She‚Äôs jilted me‚ÅÝ‚Äîand I‚ÅÝ‚Äîand I‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù
“I don’t see as it’s all up yet,” Stillings tried to reassure him.
“But didn’t you say they were engaged?”
‚ÄúI think they are; but‚ÅÝ‚Äîwell, you know Carrie Wynn better than I do: suppose, now‚ÅÝ‚Äîsuppose he should lose the appointment?‚Äù
“But you say that’s sure.”
“Unless something turns up.”
“But what can turn up?”
“We might turn something.”
‚ÄúWhat‚ÅÝ‚Äîwhat‚ÅÝ‚ÄîI tell you man, I‚Äôd‚ÅÝ‚ÄîI‚Äôd do anything to down that nigger. I hate him. If you‚Äôll help me I‚Äôll do anything for you.‚Äù