"I have a room at the station hotel--come along." They were presently at their ease in a sitting-room, with a hot supper on the table.

Northway ate heartily; his entertainer with less gusto, though he looked in excellent spirits, and talked much of the impending elections.

The meal dismissed, Glazzard lit a cigar (Northway did not smoke) and broached the topic of their meeting.
"Now, what I am going to propose to you may seem disagreeable.

I take it for granted that we deal honourably--for my own purpose is nothing to be ashamed of; and if, after hearing what I ask, you don't care to undertake it, say so at once, and there's no harm done." "Well, let me know what it is ?" replied the other, plucking at his throat.
"Plainly then, I am engaged in election work.

My motives are political." "Oh!" "The man of whom we spoke the other day is standing as candidate for a borough not very far from here--not _this_ town.