The Smiling Boss could not resist his little joke at the end, even now.
"Can—we—get it?" asked Carton, almost stunned at the unexpected turn of events.
"No," cautioned Kennedy, "not yet. To-morrow. I made the same promise to Murtha that I made to Dorgan, when I went to him with Walter, although Walter did not hear it. This is to be a fair fight, for the election, now."
"Then," said Carton earnestly, "I may as well tell you that I shall not sleep to-night. I can't, even if I can use the book only after election in the clean-up of the city!"
Kennedy laughed.
"Perhaps I can entertain you with some other things," he said gleefully, adding, "About those photographs."
Carton was as good as his word. He did not sleep, and the greater part of the night we spent in telling him about what Craig had discovered by his scientific analysis of the faked pictures.
At last morning came. Though Kennedy and I had slept soundly in our apartment, Carton had in reality only dozed in a chair, after we closed the laboratory.
Slowly the hours slipped away until the trust company opened.
We were the first to be admitted, with our order ready signed and personally delivered.