"I'll be everlastingly confounded if I do!" returned Broderick.
Murgatroyd pressed a button; Mixley came in on the jump.
"Mixley," began Murgatroyd.
"Hold on!" said Broderick, "I'll help you——"
Murgatroyd nodded.
"Warmly, energetically, enthusiastically——"
"Oh, all that," interrupted Broderick.
"Mixley," said the chief, "you can hold those warrants—until after the next Senatorial election."
Broderick gasped; Mixley's nod as he left the room spoke volumes.
"Broderick," said Murgatroyd, looking him in the eye, "you mean business—you're going to back me straight?"