gain immunity by
telling what he knows, he would get into as much trouble as Mr. Welton."
"Of course."
"Well, don't you know enough about it all to testify? Weren't you
there?"
Bob reflected.
"Yes, I believe I was present at all the interviews."
"Then," cried Amy triumphantly, "you can issue complaint against _both_
Baker and Mr. Welton on a charge of bribery, and Baker can't possibly
wriggle out by turning state's evidence, because your evidence will be
enough."
"Do you expect me to have Mr. Welton arrested on this charge?" cried
Bob.
"No, silly! But you can go to Baker, can't you, and say to him: 'See
here, if you try to bring up this old bribery charge against Welton,
I'll get in ahead of you and have you _both_ up. I haven't any desire to
raise a fuss, nor start any trouble; but if you are bound to get Mr.
Welton in on this, I might as well get you both in.' He'd back out, you
see!"
"I believe he would!" cried Bob. "It's a good bluff to make."
"It mustn't be a bluff," warned Amy. "You must mean it. I don't believe
he wants to face a criminal charge just to get Mr. Welton in trouble, if
he realizes that you are both going to testify anyway. But if he thinks
you're bluffing, he'll carry it through."
"You're right," said Bob slowly. "If necessary, we must carry it through
ourselves."
Amy nodded.
"I'll take down a letter for you to Baker," she said, "and type it out
this evening. We'll say nothing to anybody."
"I must tell Welton of our plan," said Bob; "I wouldn't for the world
have to spring this on him unprepared. What would he think of me?"
"We'll see him to-morrow--no, next day; we have to wait for Ware, you
know."
"Am I forgiven for doing my plain duty?" asked Bob a trifle
mischievously.
"Only if our scheme works," declared Amy. Her manner changed to one of
great seriousness. "I know your way is brave and true, believe me I do.
And I know what it costs you to follow it. I respect and admire the
quality in men that leads them so straightly along the path. But I could
not do it. Ideas and things are inspiring and great and to be worked for
with enthusiasm and devotion, I know. No one loves the Service more than
I, nor would make more personal sacrifices for her. But people are warm
and living, and their hearts beat with human life, and they can be sorry
and glad, happy and brokenhearted. I can't tell you quite what I mean,
for I cannot even tell myself. I only feel it. I could
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