"Do you mean this, Murgatroyd?" he queried.
Murgatroyd was busy at his desk and did not look up as he remarked:—
"This interview is over."
Rebuffed once more, Broderick crept to the door, but again he came back, and whispered uncertainly:—
"So you want to be United States Senator, eh? The best job that we've got?" He hesitated for an instant before asking:—
"Can I be of any help?"
Murgatroyd laid down his pen and looked up, smiling.
"Now you are talking sense, Broderick. Yes, you and Thorne can help me."
"Thorne! Great Scott! I never thought of him! Why, he's the organisation nominee, and I'm tied up with him! Say, honest, Murgatroyd, I can't go back on him—Murgatroyd, you can't make it—for even I can't undo all that's been done. Thorne has been slated for that job for months."
"You've got to sponge him off the slate, then," returned the prosecutor.