ers ignored the special. They continued to
congratulate Remsen City upon the "vindication of the city's fame for
sound political sense," as if there had been no protest against the
official version of the election returns. Nor did the press of the
state or the country contain any reference to the happenings at Remsen
City. But Remsen City knew, and that was the main point sought by
Victor Dorn.

A committee of the League with copies of the special edition and
transcripts of the proofs in the possession of the League went in
search of David Hull and Hugo Galland. Both were out of town, "resting
in retirement from the fatigue of the campaign." The prosecuting
attorney of the county was seen, took the documents, said he would look
into the matter, bowed the committee out--and did as Kelly counted on
his doing. The grand jury heard, but could not see its way clear to
returning indictments; no one was upon a grand jury in that county
unless he had been passed by Kelly or House. Judge Freilig and Judge
Lansing referred the committee to the grand jury and to the county
prosecutor.

When the League had tried the last avenue to official justice and had
found the way barred, House meeting Kelly in the Palace Hotel cafe',
said:

"Well, Richard, I guess it's all over." Kelly nodded. "You've got away
with the goods."

"I'm surprised at Dorn's taking it so quietly," said House. "I rather
expected he'd make trouble."

Kelly vented a short, grunting laugh. "Trouble--hell!" ejaculated he.
"If he'd 'a' kicked up a fight we'd 'a' had him. But he was too 'cute
for that, damn him. So next time he wins."

"Oh, folks ain't got no memories--especially for politics," said House
easily.

"You'll see," retorted Kelly. "The next mayor of this town'll be a
Leaguer, and by a majority that can't be trifled with. So make hay
while the sun shines, Joe. After this administration there'll be a
long stretch of bad weather for haying."

"I'm trying to get hold of Hull," said House, and it was not difficult
to read his train of thought. "I was a LEETLE afraid he was going to
be scared by that document of Dorn's--and was going to do something
crazy."

Again Kelly emitted his queer grunting laugh. "I guess he was a LEETLE
afraid he would, too, and ran away and hid to get back his nerve."

"Oh, he's all right. He's a pushing, level-headed fellow, and won't
make no trouble. Don't you think so?"

"Trouble? I should say not. How