"I couldn't know anything," Luke cut in, "that would make me change my mind."
"But suppose," said the Judge heavily, "suppose my friends happen to know that the situation of the Forbes Company——"
Luke's face went very white.
He opened the door.
"Good-morning, Judge," he said.
§3. Stein's polite, but portentous adieux were not a quarter of an hour old before Luke sought the office of the newspaper that had been the last to refuse him space in its columns for his political explanations. The man that was dead had, it seemed, left a something of his influence behind him: Luke resolved to strike at it.
The office-boy was a long time returning, and, when he did, it was to announce:
"He says ter find out whatcher want."
"Give me my card," said Luke.
He scribbled on the card: "Non-political."