"I know of him. He is a criminal and a dangerous man."
"Well, he is out of it, I guess; he must be, if his own running-mates can't find him."
"Isn't Mr. Kittredge trying to find him, too?"
"Yes. And I think Kittredge played it rather low down on the poor beggar. They had a deal of some sort, and when Gryson put his price on the job—"
"I know," she interrupted. "Mr. Kittredge ought to have paid him and let him go."
Gantry's smile was a tribute to superior genius.
"You've got me going," he said; "you always have me going. With the election only three days off, I can't tell yet what you and the senator are trying to do."
"The senator, at least, has never made any secret of his object," she smiled back at him. "He has told everybody that he is out for a clean sweep."
"Exactly," said Gantry; "but no man living knows what he means by a 'clean sweep.' I'll bet there are a hundred men down there in the lobby right now who would give the best year out of their lives to know. And they can't guess—they can't begin to guess!"
"Let us leave them to their guesses, while we go back to the certainties," she suggested. "Did you find out what I asked you to?"