“And capable?”
“Oh, yes. He’s competent enough.”
“Presentable?”
“Yes. He’ll do the State credit, or rather he would if he were going to be elected.”
“Then I give it up.”
He was leaning forward to tell, when the sharp buzz of the electric door-bell, continued and sustained, diverted the attention of all of them.
Ridgway put down his napkin. “Probably some one to see me.”
He had risen to his feet when the maid opened the door of the dining-room.
“A gentleman to see Mr. Ridgway. He says it is very important.”
From the dining-room they could hear the murmur of quick voices, and soon Ridgway returned. He was a transformed man. His eyes were hard as diamonds, and there was the bulldog look of the fighter about his mouth and chin.