The hat was in his right hand, now, but it had left its impress on his hair, and as he sat down he ran his free hand through it. Danforth knew where his attractions were.
He grinned shallowly at Carrington when the latter turned and looked at him.
He cleared his throat. “I suppose you’ve heard about it?”
“I couldn’t help hearing.” Carrington scowled at the other. “What in hell was wrong? We send you out here, give you more than a year’s time and all the money you want—which has been plenty—and then you lose. What in the devil was the matter?”
“Too much Taylor,” smirked the other.
“But what else?”
“Nothing else—just Taylor.”
Carrington exclaimed profanely.
“Why, the man didn’t even know he was a candidate! He was on the train I came in on!”
“It was Neil Norton’s scheme,” explained Danforth. “I had him beaten to a frazzle. I suppose he knew it. Two days before election he suddenly withdrew his name and substituted Taylor’s. You know what happened. He licked me two to one. He was too popular for me—damn him!