"You mean the biggest job of the session?"
"Yes."
"Sure thing, Senator. It's the work of an artist."
"The boss of the Senate" smiled grimly.
"Now, suppose a committeeman named Langdon absolutely refused to be taken care of, and insisted on handing in a minority report to-morrow, with a speech that read like the Declaration of Independence?"
Steinert jerked his head forward quickly.
"You mean what would I do if I was—er—if I was runnin' the job?"
"Yes."
Steinert leaned toward Peabody.
"Where do I come in on this?" he asked, suspiciously.