, with great heartiness. "In
politics the first thing to do before you get real busy is to have a
nice heart-to-heart talk with the gent who says 'How much?' and laps his
forefinger and begins to count. You understand, young man, that I have
been in politics a long time. And I ain't an animal-trainer--I'm a field
worker and I can earn my pay."
And inside of a week Walker Farr, who had been previously struggling
hard against lack of acquaintance in the state, found that Mr. Breed
had spoken the truth. The two made a team which excited the full
approval--the wondering admiration--of the Honorable Archer Converse.
Farr's power to control and interest men achieved astonishing results
with Daniel Breed's exact knowledge of persons and conditions.
But they were rather humble citizens. There was no fanfare about their
work. If Colonel Symonds Dodd knew anything at all about the fires they
were setting, he made no move to turn on the Consolidated hose.
XXIV
THE STAR CHAMBER IN THE OLD NATIONAL
They did not come furtively, yet they came unobtrusively--these men who
drifted into the National Hotel in Marion that day.
At one side of the big rotunda of the National stood Walker Farr, his
keen gaze noting the men who came dribbling in, singly, by twos
and threes. They were not men of Marion city. A newspaper reporter,
happening in at the National, noted that fact. He stood for a time and
watched the filtering arrivals. There were some who were plainly men of
affairs, others were solid men who bore the stamp of the rural sections.
They went to the desk, wrote their names, and were shown up-stairs by
bellhops. Most of them, as they crossed the office, nodded greeting to
the tall young man who wore a frock coat and a broad-brimmed hat and
stood almost motionless at one side of the rotunda.
The National was state Mecca for all kinds of conventions. The reporter
studied his date-book. No convention was scheduled for that day. He
managed to get a peep at the hotel register. The men who had been
signing their names hailed from all portions of the state, but the
reporter did not find identities which suggested political activities.
It was plainly not a gathering of politicians--none of the old
war-horses were in evidence.
The reporter questioned a few of the arrivals, chasing beside them. They
all gave the same answer--they had come to Marion on business.
The reply was safe, succinct, and stopped further questions
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