Leslie laughed in sheer delight.
"Of course we'll all go up together," she returned. "Our march to victory."
"That man Ilingsworth is here again," Phillips told the Governor, somewhat reluctantly; "and he wants to see you."
"Show him in," briskly returned his chief. "I'll be delighted to see him."
Ilingsworth came in slowly, dejectedly, alone. No guard was with him; the air he breathed was free air, and yet there were no signs of contentment.
"I didn't come exactly to thank you, Governor," he said uneasily. "I did that in my letter when they told me of my pardon. I came to you because in all my life you are the only man who ever really helped me—for it seems to have been the mission of other men to drag me down. I have come for help once more."
"I want to help you, Mr. Ilingsworth," volunteered the Governor. "What's the trouble? Is it—money?"
Ilingsworth slowly shook his head.
"No, it is not money...." He paused and looked about him uncertainly, murmuring to himself: "What is it that I want?"
Beekman touched him kindly.