Later on he went to a dance at Mrs.
Venable's--and there he was indeed a lion, as an unmarried man
with money cannot but be in a company of ladies--for money to a
lady is what soil and sun and rain are to a flower--is that
without which she must cease to exist. But still later, when he
was alone in bed--perhaps with the supper he ate at Mrs.
Venable's not sitting as lightly as comfort required--the things
Victor Dorn had said came trailing drearily through his mind.
What kind of an article would Dorn print? Those facts about the
campaign fund certainly would look badly in cold type--especially
if Dorn had the proofs. And Hugo Galland-- Beyond question the
mere list of the corporations in which Hugo was director or large
stockholder would make him absurd as a judge, sitting in that
district. And Hugo the son-in-law of the most offensive
capitalist in that section of the State! And the deal with
House, endorsed by Kelly--how nasty that would look, IF Victor
had the proofs. IF Victor had the proofs. But had he?
``I MUST have a talk with Kelly,'' said Davy, aloud.
The words startled him--not his voice suddenly sounding in the
profound stillness of his bedroom, but the words themselves. It
was his first admission to himself of the vicious truth he had
known from the outset and had been pretending to himself that he
did not know--the truth that his reform movement was a fraud
contrived by Dick Kelly to further the interests of the company
of financiers and the gang of politico- criminal thugs who owned
the party machinery.
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