“No. What’s up?”
“State Council of Defense. He’s going to put it through. I’ve just seen him.”
“Good business!”
“Better call him up. He’ll tell you more.”
Jeremy did not get the Governor, but his private secretary verified Verrall’s report. “Yes. I’ve been trying to get you. The preliminary conference is set for to-morrow at ten.”
“Short notice,” said Jeremy, surprised.
“Call’s gone out over the wires. Will you come to the Capitol this evening to talk it over with the Governor?”
Jeremy assented. He imparted the good news to Andrew Galpin, whom he had sent for to run over the hyphen editorial. “The State Council of Defense is going through, Andy.”
“‘Smiling Mart’ has climbed off the fence, has he? Or did we push him off?”
Jeremy frowned. “Nobody pushes Martin Embree.”