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"Yes?" said John, smiling faintly.
"Mr. Harrington--did you read that article about you, the day after the
skating party?"
"Yes," said John. "It was not complimentary, if I remember."
"It was vile," said Joe, the angry color rising to her temples again. "It
was abominable. It was written by Mr. Vancouver."
John started slightly.
"I think you must be mistaken," he said.
"No, I am not mistaken. There were things in it, word for word as he said
them to me just after the speech. I am perfectly sure."
John looked very gravely at Joe, as though to be sure of her honesty.
There was no mistaking the look in her eyes.
"Miss Thorn," John said, "Vancouver may have said those very things to
some one else, who wrote them and printed them. But in any case, I am
exceedingly obliged to you for the information"--
"You are not angry?" Joe began, already repenting.
"No--how could I be? It may be important. The junior senator for
Massachusetts died this morning, and there may be an election at any
moment.


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