"You want to remember," he concluded, "that we have good men behind the scheme. There is plenty of money, and we are prepared to put some of it where it will do the most good."
He waited significantly, but she did not seem to understand. What could be expected of a woman, in matters of this kind.
"As I said the other day, there will be a nice little slice of stock for you,—and $20,000 besides for you, or for your pet charity," he urged, to put the thing more plainly before her.
"But if we were to get found out?" she asked. "If it were to be known—might we not get into trouble?"
"Huh! no danger of that," laughed Vickery. "The aldermen are all in it—we can manage the common council—that is, if you come with us. And Armstrong will be sure to come in, if you do."
"Hadn't I better talk this over with the chairman of the board of aldermen?" asked Gertrude.
"You might," assented Vickery. "Still,—in matters of this kind, it is better to do as little talking as possible."
"But how am I to be sure they are in it?" The Mayor seemed to hesitate. "I do not want to do any unnecessary talking—but how do I know this is not all a trap, to catch me?"
"More astute than I gave her credit for being," said Vickery to himself. Then aloud:
"My dear lady!—but I realize your position—yes, and I respect it. If I give you proof, actual figures,—will you believe me then?"