"That's out of the question," admitted the other, "tomorrow is the last day of the session, and it will be a physical impossibility to have the general bill reopened for changes of any kind."
"Do you believe in Warrington?" asked the journalist.
"As I believe in myself. He's careless, but he's as true as steel. He's gone away in the full belief that he would get back in time. I'd stake my life on his loyalty."
"When will the Committee reach your bill?"
"By four o'clock at the latest. There are only two bills ahead of it."
"How long will it take to dispose of it?"
"I should say it will either be passed or killed by half-past four."
Conway shook his fist at an imaginary foe.
"The rascals! They've timed it perfectly."