"When do you think that you can get Senator Blair? Heaven knows you've spent more time on him than on all the rest put together."
"I begin to wish that I had never seen Charlie Blair," petulantly.
"Oh-h! It's that way, eh? He's getting a little—a lit——"
"Don't you dare!" flashed Mrs. Latimer. "You promised to ask no questions."
"Pardon me. I said I didn't care what means you used," corrected Moore, with delicate emphasis. He added, reflectively: "Blair has always been something of a recluse; but I've noticed that when a Puritan once feels a little of the warmth of the devil's presence that he's rather loath to step out into the cold again." The look of anger from Mrs. Latimer made him change both tone and words. "We have depended on you to get Charlie," he said, reproachfully. "I never wanted to tackle him. You know how it is? I've never had but one weakness——"
"Yes. She was here this afternoon when you signaled," interrupted Eva, glad to repay him in ever so little for his insult. "What a pity that you could not have known it. You might have come in."
"Thank God I didn't!"
"Winifred is too good for you. Senator Danvers is the sort she will marry."
Not relishing the information, Moore turned to go. But he had one more sting. "It'll be pretty hard for you to see Danvers married, won't it?" Then, satisfied to see the quick flush on Eva's cheeks, he added casually: "I'll talk with Blair to-night. You needn't bother with him further." He knew how to frighten the woman. It was understood that she must follow instructions or receive no pay.