“Yes, if you wish.”
“We can be sure of his aid?”
“Probably. Though he will be very sore on Governor Embree if the ‘Surrender Bill’ is signed.”
“That has no bearing whatsoever upon this measure.”
“Only as a matter of political barter and trade. What do you think of the ‘Surrender Bill’ yourself, Professor Rappelje?”
“I was requested to come here to discuss the Corporation Control Act,” returned the economist austerely.
“Another dodger!” thought Jem disgustedly, as he bade his visitor a somewhat curt good-day.
Such advisement as Governor Embree bestowed upon the “Surrender Bill” was brief. Two days after its passage he signed it without comment. Jeremy’s editorial on the final step in the enactment was dignified and regretful, but carefully guarded against offense. It indicated plainly that there would be no split between The Guardian and the Governor.
On the morning following the signature, as Jeremy was at his desk, Andrew Galpin burst in upon him, his face vivid with emotions in which unholy glee, such as might be evoked by some Satanic jest, seemed to predominate.
“Come out here!” he gasped.