"I must go," broke in Stevens, rising and glancing at his watch. "It will soon be daylight."
"If you must have sleep, go; but you must be here at 9 o'clock sharp in the morning," said Peabody. "Steinert will sleep here with me. We'll all have breakfast together here in my rooms and a final consultation."
"You won't plan anything really desperate, Peabody, will you? I think
I'd rather—"
"Nonsense, Stevens, of course not. Our game will be to try to weaken Langdon, to prove to him in the morning that he alone will suffer, because our names do not appear in the land deals. The options were signed and the deeds signed by our agents. Don't you see? Whereas his daughter and son and future son-in-law actually took land in their own names."
"How clumsy!"
"Yes. Such amateurism lowers the dignity of the United States Senate,"
Peabody answered, dryly.
"But suppose Langdon does not weaken?" asked Stevens, anxiously, as he picked up his hat and coat.
"Then we will go into action with our guns loaded," was the reply.