“You're certainly an enfant terrible, my dear,” murmured the widow, with the little rippling laugh of cynicism her cousin found so annoying. “But that young man does need a lesson. He's eaten up with conceit of himself. Somebody ought to take him in hand.”
“So you're going to sacrifice yourself to duty,” scoffed Alice as she brought the electric to a stop under the porte-cochere of the Frome residence.
Mrs. Van Tyle folded her hands demurely. “It's sweet of you to see it that way, Alice.”
Part 2
James turned in at the Century Building. In the elevator he met his cousin. Both of them were bound for the office of the candidate being supported by the progressives for the Senate.
“Anything new?” Jeff asked.
“A rumor that Killen has fallen by the wayside. Big Tim was with him for an hour last night at the Pacific.”
“I've not been sure of Killen for quite a while. He's a weak sister.”
“He'd better not go wrong if he expects to keep on living in this state,” James imparted, a hard light in his eyes.
At the third floor they left the elevator and turned to the right under an arch bearing the sign Hardy, Elliott & Carson. Without knocking they passed into Hardy's private office.