"
"You're certainly an _enfant terrible_, my dear," murmured the
widow, with the little rippling laugh of cynicism her cousin found
so annoying. "But that young man does need a lesson. He's eaten up
with conceit of himself. Somebody ought to take him in hand."
"So you're going to sacrifice yourself to duty," scoffed Alice as
she brought the electric to a stop under the porte-cochere of the
Frome residence.
Mrs. Van Tyle folded her hands demurely. "It's sweet of you to see
it that way, Alice."
Part 2
James turned in at the Century Building. In the elevator he met
his cousin. Both of them were bound for the office of the
candidate being supported by the progressives for the Senate.
"Anything new?" Jeff asked.
"A rumor that Killen has fallen by the wayside. Big Tim was with
him for an hour last night at the Pacific."
"I've not been sure of Killen for quite a while. He's a weak
sister."
"He'd better not go wrong if he expects to keep on living in this
state," James imparted, a hard light in his eyes.
At the third floor they left the elevator and turned to the right
under an arch bearing the sign Hardy, Elliott & Carson. Without
knocking they passed into Hardy's private office.
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