“I think you must be mistaken,” he said.
“No, I am not mistaken. There were things in it, word for word as he said them to me just after the speech. I am perfectly sure.”
John looked very gravely at Joe, as though to be sure of her honesty. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes.
“Miss Thorn,” John said, “Vancouver may have said those very things to some one else, who wrote them and printed them. But in any case, I am exceedingly obliged to you for the information”–
“You are not angry?” Joe began, already repenting.
“No–how could I be? It may be important. The junior senator for Massachusetts died this morning, and there may be an election at any moment. I have not told any one else, but it will be known everywhere in an hour’s time. Good-by, and many thanks.”
“You will be senator, of course?” said Joe, in great excitement.
“I cannot tell,” John answered. “Are you going down the hill?”
“No–thanks–I am going home,” said Joe. “Good-by.”