"You logically succeed—on a condition."
"A condition?"
"Your election to Congress."
After a moment Shelby said:—
"It's an incentive to work."
"It's the least you've to work for, if you will permit me to say so."
"I don't understand."
The Boss was silent while the servant changed the course. Then he searched the younger man's eyes.
"Let me point out what your election may mean," he went on. "It has been an unusual contest. Mr. Graves's candidacy has interested an audience which is fairly national in its scope. If victor, you will take your seat a marked man, equipped with a prestige uncommon to newcomers in Washington. You will have defeated a celebrity, and you will stand accredited one of the party leaders of your state."
Shelby's eyes widened.