“All politicians steal,” dogmatized Mr. Copewell, who had failed to be properly impressed with the piety of the new administration. “It’s time you were learning your new trade.”
“If it comes to that,” explained Mr. Burrow with a smile, “I have subordinates who——”
“I tell you this is serious!” interrupted the other tempestuously. “It’s desperate!”
“I’m very —— busy,” evasively suggested the new political power.
“If you’re too —— busy to help an old friend who needs you,” stormed Mr. Copewell, “you can eternally go to ——”
“Hold on! Hold on!” placated the other before Mr. Copewell had enjoyed the opportunity of designating the locality to which Mr. Burrow had his permission to go. “I merely meant to point out that when you want something done, it is well to go to a busy man. The other kind never have time.”
CHAPTER II
THE PLOT OF AN ELOPEMENT
Mr. Copewell crossed and stood tensely before Mr. Burrow. When he spoke it was with the hushed voice of a man who divulges an unthinkable conspiracy:
“They are going to send her to Europe!”
“You don’t tell me?” observed Mr. Burrow pleasantly. “Well, what’s the matter with Europe?”