"He will disappear where he came from."
"Well, well," said the Mayor genially, "it has been a very stimulating evening. Rather like a play. You have certainly put me in a box. But I'll admit I'm interested in your suggestion, Miss Norman. I'll think it over carefully. Now I believe I'll call a taxi."
"Let me," said Rockwell, and he stepped to the telephone.
The Mayor addressed himself to Merriam:
"Will you bring me my hat, Mr.--Wilson?"
Merriam was near the writing table on which the hat stood. He picked it up and brought it.
"The resemblance is marvellously close," said the Mayor, studying his face. "And you did your part very well, young man. But let me advise you to keep away from the neighbourhood of Senator Norman. You might get into serious trouble."
Merriam did not reply or smile but handed him the hat.
"There's a taxi ready," said Rockwell, turning from the telephone into which he had been speaking.
"Thank you," said the Mayor. He looked at Mollie June, who stood some distance from him: