"I don't know. I wish I was an assemblyman at that," sighed Mixley.
"Twenty-five thousand dollars apiece, and a rising market growing stronger every minute," answered McGrath. "And them brewers'll pay it, too. One fellow wanted fifty thousand—an' he'll get it—see if he don't."
"I wish I was an assemblyman," repeated Mixley wistfully.
"If you were, and there was Thorne and twenty-five thousand on one side for you, and Murgatroyd without a dollar on the other, who would you vote for? Come, now, answer!"
Mixley waved his hand.
"You'd vote for Murgatroyd," yelled McGrath, "you know you would—you couldn't help yourself."
Mixley sighed again.
"But I ain't an assemblyman," he answered; and in the next breath he added: "There's somebody at that there door."
McGrath crossed to the door and opened it; and Challoner, Mrs. Challoner and Shirley Bloodgood entered.
McGrath, who remembered them well, and who knew Challoner especially well since the hospital investigation, bowed low, and announced that the prosecutor was out.