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has no mind of her own--hopelessly a creature of convention. Gay, laughing, healthy, buxom--a natural product of her care-free environment.
Feux Dobleman. Private secretary to Anthony Starkweather. A young man of correct social deportment, thoroughly and in all things just the sort of private secretary a man like Anthony Starkweather would have. He is a weak-souled creature, timorous, almost effeminate.
Linda Davis. Maid to Margaret. A young woman of twenty-five or so, blond, Scandinavian, though American-born. A cold woman, almost featureless because of her long years of training, but with a hot heart deep down, and characterized by an intense devotion to her mistress. Wild horses could drag nothing from her where her mistress is concerned.
Junus Rutland. Having no strong features about him, the type realizes itself.
John Gifford. A labor agitator. A man of the people, rough-hewn, narrow as a labor-leader may well be, earnest and sincere. He is a proper, better type of labor-leader.
Matsu Sakari. Secretary of Japanese Embassy. He is the perfection of politeness and talks classical book-English. He bows a great deal.
Dolores Ortega. Wife of Peruvian Minister; bright and vivacious, and uses her hands a great deal as she talks, in the Latin-American fashion.
Senator Dowsett. Fifty years of age; well preserved.
Mrs. Dowsett. Stout and middle-aged.

ACT I
A ROOM IN THE HOUSE OF SENATOR CHALMERS
Scene. In Senator Chalmers' home. It is four o'clock in the afternoon, in a modern living room with appropriate furnishings. In particular, in front, on left, a table prepared for the serving of tea, all excepting the tea urn itself. At rear, right of center, is main entrance to the room. Also, doorways at sides, on left and right. Curtain discloses Chalmers and Hubbard seated loungingly at the right front.
{Hubbard}
(After an apparent pause for cogitation.) I can't understand why an old wheel-horse like Elsworth should kick over the traces that way.
{Chalmers}
Disgruntled. Thinks he didn't get his fair share of plums out of the Tariff Committee. Besides, it's his last term. He's announced that he's going to retire.
{Hubbard}
(Snorting contemptuously, mimicking an old man's pompous enunciation.) "A Resolution to Investigate the High Cost of Living!"--old Senator Elsworth introducing a measure like that! The old buck!---- How are you going to handle it?
{Chalmers}
It's already handled.
{Hubbard}
Yes?
{Chalmers}
(Pulling his mustache.) Turned it over to the Committee to Audit and Control the Contingent Expenses of the Senate.
{Hubbard}
(Grinning his appreciation.) And you're chairman. Poor old Elsworth. This way to the lethal chamber, and the bill's on its way.
{Chalmers}
Elsworth will be retired before it's ever reported. In the meantime, say after a decent interval, Senator Hodge will introduce another resolution to investigate the high cost of living. It will be like Elsworth's, only it won't.
{Hubbard}
(Nodding his head and anticipating.) And it will go to the Committee on Finance and come back for action inside of twenty-four hours.
{Chalmers}
By the way, I see Cartwright's Magazine has ceased muck-raking.
{Hubbard}
Cartwrights never did muck-rake--that is, not the big Interests--only the small independent businesses that didn't advertise.
{Chalmers}
Yes, it deftly concealed its reactionary tendencies.
{Hubbard}
And from now on the concealment will be still more deft. I've gone into it myself. I have a majority of the stock right now.
{Chalmers}
I thought I had noticed a subtle change in the last two numbers.
{Hubbard}
(Nodding.) We're still going on muck-raking. We have a splendid series on Aged Paupers, demanding better treatment and more sanitary conditions. Also we are going to run "Barbarous Venezuela" and show up thoroughly the rotten political management of that benighted country.
{Chalmers}
(Nods approvingly, and, after a pause.) And now concerning Knox. That's what I sent for you about. His speech comes off tomorrow per schedule. At last we've got him where we want him.
{Hubbard}
I have the ins and outs of it pretty well. Everything's arranged. The boys have their cue, though they don't know just what's going to be pulled off; and this time to-morrow afternoon their dispatches will be singing along the wires.
{Chalmers}
(Firmly and harshly.) This man Knox must be covered with ridicule, swamped with ridicule, annihilated with ridicule.
{Hubbard}
It is to laugh. Trust the great American people for that. We'll make those little Western editors sit up. They've been swearing by Knox, like a little tin god. Roars of laughter for them.
{Chalmers}
Do you do anything yourself?
{Hubbard}
Trust me. I have my own article for Cartwright's blocked out. They're holding the presses for it. I shall wire it along hot-footed to-morrow evening. Say----?
{Chalmers}
(After a pause.) Well?
{Hubbard}
Wasn't it a risky thing to give him his chance with that speech?
{Chalmers}
It was the only feasible thing. He never has given us an opening. Our service men have camped on his trail night and day. Private life as unimpeachable as his public life. But now is our chance. The gods have given him into our hands. That speech will do more to break his influence--
{Hubbard}
(Interrupting.) Than a Fairbanks cocktail.
(Both laugh.) But don't forget that this Knox is a live wire.