muttered; "there's no doubt of that. Hunt
must be got out of the way. When Bascom and Botcher come, tell them I
want to see them in my room, not in Number Seven."
And with this impressive command, received with nods of understanding,
Senator Whitredge advanced slowly towards Number Seven, knocked, and
entered. Be it known that Mr. Flint, with characteristic caution, had
not confided even to the senator that the Honourable Hilary had had a
stroke.
"Ah, Vane," he said, in his most affable tones, "how are you?"
The Honourable Hilary, who was looking over some papers, shot at him a
glance from under his shaggy eyebrows.
"Came in here to find out--didn't you, Whitredge?" he replied.
"What?" said the senator, taken aback; and for once at a loss for words.
The Honourable Hilary rose and stood straighter than usual, and looked
the senator in the eye.
"What's your diagnosis?" he asked. "Superannuated--unfit for
duty--unable to cope with the situation ready to be superseded? Is that
about it?"
To say that Senator Whitredge was startled and uncomfortable would be to
put his case mildly. He had never before seen Mr. Vane in this mood.
"Ha-ha!" he laughed; "the years are coming over us a little, aren't
they? But I guess it isn't quite time for the youngsters to step in
yet."
"No, Whitredge," said Mr. Vane, slowly, without taking his eye from
the senator's, "and it won't be until this convention is over. Do you
understand?"
"That's the first good news I've heard this morning," said the senator,
with the uneasy feeling that, in some miraculous way, the Honourable
Hilary had read the superseding orders from highest authority through
his pocket.
"You may take it as good news or bad news, as you please, but it's a
fact. And now I want 'YOU' to tell Ridout that I wish to see him again,
and to bring in Doby, who is to be chairman of the convention."
"Certainly," assented the senator, with alacrity, as he started for
the door. Then he turned. "I'm glad to see you're all right, Vane," he
added; "I'd heard that you were a little under the weather--a bilious
attack on account of the heat--that's all I meant." He did not wait for
an answer, nor would he have got one. And he found Mr. Ridout in the
hall.
"Well?" said the lawyer, expectantly, and looking with some curiosity at
the senator's face.
"Well," said Mr. Whitredge, with marked impatience, "he wants to see you
right away."
All day long Hilary Vane he
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