I've been saving you
in spite of yourselves. Thanks to me, your party's on a sound,
conservative basis and won't do any harm and may do some good in
teaching a lesson to those of our boys that've been going a
little too far. It ain't good for an organization to win
always.''
``Victor Dorn seemed to be sure--absolutely sure,'' said Hull.
``And he's pretty shrewd at politics-- isn't he?''
``Don't worry about him, I tell you,'' replied Kelly.
The sudden hardening of his voice and of his never notably soft
face was tribute stronger than any words to Dorn's ability as a
politician, to his power as an antagonist. Davy felt a sinister
intent--and he knew that Dick Kelly had risen because he would
stop at nothing. He was as eager to get away from the boss as
the boss was to be rid of him. The intrusion of a henchman, to
whom Kelly had no doubt signaled, gave him the excuse. As soon
as he had turned from the City Hall into Morton Street he
slackened to as slow a walk as his length of leg would permit.
Moving along, absorbed in uncomfortable thoughts, he startled
violently when he heard Selma Gordon's voice:
``How d'you do, Mr. Hull? I was hoping I'd see you to-day.''
She was standing before him--the same fascinating embodiment of
life and health and untamed energy; the direct, honest glance.
``I want to talk to you,'' she went on, ``and I can't, walking
beside you. You're far too tall. Come into the park and we'll
sit on that bench under the big maple.
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