"Don't be a fool. Put that pistol away," he warned. "The public's crazy-mad about the Cora verdict. They won't stand for shooting King."
"Listen," said McGowan, craftily, "go up there and protest like a gentleman. Try to make the ---- insult you in the presence of a witness.... Afterward--we'll see."
CHAPTER XLI
THE FATEFUL ENCOUNTER
James King of William sat with his back toward the door when Casey, still a-quiver with rage but endeavoring to control himself, entered the Bulletin office. He stumbled over the doorsill.
King turned. When he saw who the intruder was, he laid down a handful of proofs and rose. Casey glared at him.
"What do you mean," cried the politician, trying to speak calmly, "by publishing that article about me in the Bulletin?"
King transfixed him with accusing eyes. "About the ballot-box stuffing ... or your Sing Sing record, Casey?" he inquired.
"You--you know well enough," blustered Casey. "It's an outrage to rake up a man's past.... A fellow's sensitive about such things."