"Look here, North! If you have come up here to fight with me after the row you have been having down-town this morning I warn you—"
"I have had no row down-town. I wouldn't see anybody. I wouldn't talk with anybody. Blast it! Corson, I don't know what to say to anybody!"
"Well, that's one point, at least, on which you and I can get together even if we can't agree on anything else. If you have been so cursedly exclusive as all that, North, perhaps you haven't been in touch with any of the justices of the supreme court, as I have."
"You have, eh?"
"I called Davenport and Madigan on the telephone."
"What excuse could they give for sending their snap opinions over the wire on the inquiry of a fool?"
"They offered no excuse. They couldn't. They knew nothing about any telegrams till I informed 'em. They received no inquiry. They sent no replies, naturally."
"That—that—Did that—" The Governor pawed at his scraggly neck. "He faked all that stuff?"
"Absolutely!"
Comment which could not have been expressed in long speeches and violent denunciation was put into the pregnant stare exchanged by the two men.