looks as if the respectable people were afraid of the lower
classes," said Hastings doubtfully. "And that's always bad."

"But it won't look that way," replied Davy, "if my plan is followed."

"And what might be your plan?" inquired Hastings.

"I'm to be the reform candidate for Mayor. Your son-in-law, Hugo, is
to be the reform candidate for judge. The way to handle this is for me
to come out in a strong statement denouncing the indictments, and the
injunction against the League and the New Day, too. And I'll announce
that Hugo Galland is trying to join in the fight against them and that
he is indignant and as determined as I am. Then early to-morrow
morning we can go before Judge Lansing and can present arguments, and
he will denounce the other side for misleading him as to the facts, and
will quash the indictments and vacate the injunctions."

Hastings nodded reflectively. "Pretty good," said he with a sly grin.
"And Davy Hull and my son-in-law will be popular heroes."

Davy reddened. "Of course. I want to get all the advantage I can for
our party," said he. "I don't represent myself. I represent the
party."

Martin grinned more broadly. He who had been representing "honest
taxpayers" and "innocent owners" of corrupt stock and bonds all his
life understood perfectly. "It's hardly human to be as unselfish as
you and I are, Davy," said he. "Well, I'll go in and do a little
telephoning. You go ahead and draw up your statement and get it to the
papers--and see Hugo." He rose, stood leaning on his cane, all bent
and shrivelled and dry. "I reckon Judge Lansing'll be expecting you
to-morrow morning." He turned to enter the house, halted, crooked his
head round for a piercing look at young Hull. "Don't go talking round
among your friends about what you're going to do," said he sharply.
"Don't let NOBODY know until it's done."

"Certainly, sir," said Davy.

"I could see you hurrying down to that there University Club to sit
there and tell it all to those smarties that are always blowing about
what they're going to do. You'll be right smart of a man some day,
Davy, if you'll learn to keep your mouth shut."

Davy looked abashed. He did not know which of his many indiscretions
of self-glorifying talkativeness Mr. Hastings had immediately in mind.
But he could recall several, any one of which was justification for the
rather savage rebuke--the more humiliating that Jane was listening. He
glanced cove