Gilman entered, bearing a pile of papers demanding the governor’s personal attention, but the morning conference was very brief on this day. As Gilman turned to go, the governor said:
“I desire to be alone to-day. I have that speech of acceptance to write. If Handy comes, send him in, but no one else.”
Gilman laid his hand upon the door-knob and the governor asked:
“No one of importance out there, is there?”
“No,” said Gilman. “There’s a woman—what do you think she wants?”
“A pardon, of course.”
“Yes, but for whom? You’d never guess in a thousand years.” Gilman was smiling.
“Then tell me.”
“Tom Whalen!” Gilman laughed at the humor of it.
The governor’s features relaxed with a smile, but quickly his brow contracted again, and he said: