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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. Somebody
might get stung. Are you sure, when he gets up to make that speech,
that he won't be able to back it up?
{Chalmers}
No danger at all.
{Hubbard}
But there are hooks and crooks by which facts are sometimes obtained.
{Chalmers}
(Positively.) Knox has nothing to go on but suspicions and hints, and
unfounded assertions from the yellow press.
(Man-servant enters, goes to tea-table, looks it over, and makes slight
rearrangements.) (Lowering his voice.) He will make himself a
laughing stock. His charges will turn into boomerangs. His speech will
be like a sheet from a Sunday supplement, with not a fact to back it up.
(Glances at Servant.) We'd better be getting out of here. They're going
to have tea.
(The Servant, however, makes exit.) Come to the library and have a
high-ball. (They pause as Hubbard speaks.)
{Hubbard}
(With quiet glee.) And to-morrow Ali Baba gets his.
{Chalmers}

Ali Baba?
{Hubbard}
That's what your wife calls him--Knox.
{Chalmers}
Oh, yes, I believe I've heard it before. It's about time he hanged himself,
and now we've given him the rope.
{Hubbard}
(Sinking voice and becoming deprecatingly confidential. )
Oh, by the way, just a little friendly warning, Senator Chalmers. Not so
fast and loose up New York way. That certain lady, not to be
mentioned--there's gossip about it in the New York newspaper offices.
Of course, all such stories are killed. But be discreet, be discreet If
Gherst gets hold of it, he'll play it up against the Administration in all
his papers.
(Chalmers, who throughout this speech is showing a growing
resentment, is about to speak, when voices are heard without and he
checks himself.)
(Enter. Mrs. Starkweather, rather flustered and imminently in danger
of a collapse, followed by Connie Starkweather, fresh, radiant, and
joyous.)
{Mrs. Starkweather}
(With appeal and relief.)
Oh----Tom!
(Chalmers takes her hand sympathetically and protectingly.)
{Connie}

(Who is an exuberant young woman, bursts forth.) Oh, brother-in-law!
Such excitement! That's what's the matter with mother. We ran into a
go-cart. Our chauffeur was not to blame. It was the woman's fault. She
tried to cross just as we were turning the corner. But we hardly grazed
it. Fortunately the baby was not hurt--only spilled. It was ridiculous.
(Catching sight of Hubbard.) Oh, there you are, Mr. Hubbard. How de
do.
(Steps half way to meet him and shakes hands with him.) (Mrs.
Starkweather looks around helplessly for a chair, and Chalmers
conducts her to one soothingly.)
{Mrs. Starkweather}
Oh, it was terrible! The little child might have been killed. And such
persons love their babies, I know.
{Connie}
(To Chalmers.) Has father come? We were to pick him up here.
Where's Madge?
{Mrs. Starkweather}
(Espying Hubbard, faintly.) Oh, there is Mr. Hubbard.
(Hubbard comes to her and shakes hands.) I simply can't get used to
these rapid ways of modern life. The motor-car is the invention of the
devil. Everything is too quick. When I was a girl, we lived sedately,
decorously. There was time for meditation and repose. But in this age
there is time for nothing. How Anthony keeps his head is more than I
can understand. But, then, Anthony is a wonderful man.
{Hubbard}
I am sure Mr. Starkweather never lost his head in his life.
{Chalmers}

Unless when he was courting you, mother.
{Mrs. Starkweather}
(A trifle grimly.) I'm not so sure about that.
{Connie}
(Imitating a grave, business-like enunciation.) Father probably
conferred first with his associates, then turned the affair over for
consideration by his corporation lawyers, and, when they reported no
flaws, checked the first spare half hour in his notebook to ask mother if
she would have him.
(They laugh.) And looked at his watch at least twice while he was
proposing.
{Mrs. Starkweather}
Anthony was not so busy then as all that.
{Hubbard}
He hadn't yet taken up the job of running the United States.
{Mrs. Starkweather}
I'm sure I don't know what he is running, but he is a very busy
man--business, politics, and madness; madness, politics, and business.
(She stops breathlessly and glances at tea-table.) Tea. I should like a