"That's it exactly," declared Beard, stroking his now clean-shaven face. "I overheard Buggerie and Snobbcraft chuckling about it only a day or two ago."
"Well, there must be a whole lot of it," insinuated Williams, "if they've had all of you fellows working for six months. Where all did you work?"
"Oh, all over. North as well as South. We've got a whole basement vault full of index cards."
"I guess they're keeping close watch over it, aren't they?" asked Williams.
"Sure. It would take an army to get in that vault."
"Well, I guess they don't want anything to happen to the stuff before they spring it," observed the man from Republican headquarters.
Soon afterward Williams left Dr. Beard, took a stroll around the Anglo-Saxon Association's stately headquarters building, noted the half-dozen tough looking guards about it and then caught the last train for the capital city. The next morning he had a long talk with Gorman Gay.
"It's okeh, Jo," he whispered to Bonds, later, as he passed his desk.
CHAPTER ELEVEN