A greenish pallor had overspread his features.
“And you want me—to find this man?” he repeated.
“Yes. I know you will take this up, simply because of your interest in the city. But there is another reason—it would help you in your larger ambition. If you could disclose this scheme, save the city, become the hero of a great popular gratitude, think how it would help your senatorial chances!”
He did not at once reply, but sat staring at her.
“Don’t you see?” she cried.
“I—I see.”
“Why, it would turn your chance for the Senate into a certainty! It would—but, Mr. Blake, what’s the matter?”
“Matter,” he repeated, huskily. “Why—why nothing.”
She gazed at him with deep concern. “But you look almost sick.”
In his eyes there struggled a wild look. Her gaze became fixed upon his face, so strangely altered. In her present high-wrought state all her senses were excited to their intensest keenness.