“How much would it be worth to you to have it arranged so that Hammond would be glad of a chance to make it a radio campaign?”
“It might be worth quite a little, but I fail to see what is the practical use of discussing it.”
“Just this. For a price I might be able to bring it about.”
Forsythe laughed.
“Judging from such of your methods as I have seen I feel safe in saying I’d pay as high as a thousand dollars if my opponent is persuaded to such a course and you can convince me that you were instrumental in bringing it about.”
“Is that a promise?” Neenan demanded.
“It is,” Forsythe agreed again with another cynical laugh. “And if your machinations result in my nomination I’ll make it another thousand. And that’s a promise. Now I’ll bid you good day, as I have another appointment.”
Neenan departed, a crafty smile on his narrow features.
III.
That same evening Warren Hammond arose from a hurried dinner and gave his pretty young wife an affectionate goodnight kiss.