“Not till then?”
“No.”
“Mr. Nelson, can’t you overlook politics for a moment, and think of—”
“Who said anything of politics?” interrupted Nelson, “I merely tell you there are indictments which have been in my office for five years and are yet to be tried, and that your case is going to take its turn.” Nelson passed into the back room, leaving his caller alone.
Peter left the room, and passed out of the front door, just as a man was about to ring the bell.
“Is Mr. Nelson in?” asked the man.
“I have just left him, Mr. Dummer,” said Peter.
“Ah! Good-evening, Mr. Stirling. I think I can guess your business. Well. How do you come on?” Dummer was obviously laughing internally.
Peter started down the steps without answering.
“Perhaps I can help you?” said Dummer. “I know Mr. Nelson very well in politics, and so does Mr. Bohlmann. If you’ll tell me what you are after, I’ll try to say a good word for you?”