“Do you know which Senator Jones it was?” asked McNally. “Was it the one they call 'Sporty'?”
“Yes,” laughed Katherine; “I'm very sure it was that one.”
McNally turned quickly to Porter. “He's got it in for your people, hasn't he?”
“Yes,” the other answered; “but he can't do much harm. Nobody pays any attention to him. Do you know, Katherine, whether his telephoning had anything to do with us?”
“I'll tell you everything I know about it,” she said, and she recounted what she knew of the doings of the Senator on that afternoon.
“Is that bad news?” she asked, when she had finished.
“We can hardly tell till we see what happens next,” said McNally.
Katherine seated herself in the chair McNally had placed for her, and listened while her father and McNally talked over their plans and speculated upon the probable import of the messages which kept coming in. There was no attempt to keep Katherine in the dark as to what their plans were, and for the time she had given up looking at the perplexing aspects of the situation, and was enjoying the action and excitement of it. But as the clock ticked off one hour and then another, she noted her father's increasing weariness, and she determined to make another attempt to get him home, where he could, at least, have a few hours' rest.
She rose, and walking around behind him, as she had done before, she clasped her hands over his eyes, and said:—
“You're completely worn out, dad. Please come home. I don't believe anything is going to happen after all.”