“I didn’t agree to let you ruin the party.”
Bruce looked at him keenly, for the first time suspicious. Katherine’s warning echoed vaguely in his head.
“See here, Charlie Peck, what the devil are you up to?”
“Better do as I say,” advised Peck.
“I won’t!”
“You won’t, eh?” Blind Charlie’s face had grown hard and dark with threats. “If you don’t,” he said, “I’m afraid the boys won’t see your name on the ticket on election day.”
Bruce sprang up.
“Damn you! What do you mean by that?”
“I reckon you’re not such an infant that you need that explained.”