So, I respect his
son--personally. But politically-- that's another matter.
Politically I respect straight organization men of either party,
but I've got no use for amateurs and reformers. So--go to Joe
House.'' All this in perfect good humor, and in a tone of banter
that might have ruffled a man with a keener sense of humor than
Davy's.
Davy was red to his eyes, not because Kelly was laughing at him,
but because he stood convicted of such a stupid political blunder
as coming direct to Kelly when obviously he should have gone to
Kelly's secret partner. ``Dorn means to attack us
all--Republicans, Democrats and Citizens' Alliance,'' stammered
Davy, trying to justify himself.
Kelly shifted his cigar and shrugged his shoulders.
``Don't worry about his attacks on me--on US,'' said he. ``We're
used to being attacked. We haven't got no reputation for
superior virtue to lose.''
``But he says he can prove that our whole campaign is simply a
deal between you and House and me to fool the people and elect a
bad judge.''
``So I've heard,'' said Kelly. ``But what of it? You know it
ain't so.''
``No, I don't, Mr. Kelly,'' replied Hull, desperately. ``On the
contrary, I think it is so. And I may add I think we are
justified in making such a deal, when that's the only way to save
the community from Victor Dorn and his crowd of--of anarchists.''
Kelly looked at him silently with amused eyes.
``House can't do anything,'' pursued Davy.
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