I - I can hardly believe"
Kennedy was still looking earnestly at her. "Miss Ashton," he
implored, "believe nothing. Remember one of the first rules of
politics is loyalty. Wait until "
"Wait?" she echoed. "How can I? I hate Wesley Travis for giving
in - more than I hate Cadwalader Brown for his cynical disregard of
honesty in others."
She bit her lip at thus betraying her feelings, but what she had
heard had evidently affected her deeply. It was as though the feet
of her idol had turned to clay. Nevertheless it was evident that
she was coming to look on it more as she would if she were an
outsider.
"Just think it over," urged Kennedy. "They won't ask you right
away. Don't do anything rash. Suspend judgment. You won't regret
it."
Craig's next problem seemed to be to transfer the scene of his
operations to Hanford's studio. He was apparently doing some rapid
thinking as we walked uptown after leaving Miss Ashton, and I did
not venture to question him on what had occurred when it was so
evident that everything depended on being prepared for what was
still to occur.
Hanford was out. That seemed to please Kennedy, for with a
brightening face, which told more surely than words that he saw his
way more and more clearly, he asked me to visit the agent and hire
the vacant office next to the studio while he went uptown to
complete his arrangements for the final step.
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