But Judge Beverwick, your friend and silent partner who sits on the federal bench in this district, is at the point of death.

I shall see to it that his successor is a man with a less intense prejudice against justice.

Thus we may be able to convince some of your friends in control of the railways that Saint X is as good a place for mills as any in the country." Whitney grunted.

His face was inscrutable.

He paced the length of the room twice; he stood at the window gazing out at the arbors, at the bees buzzing contentedly, at the flies darting across the sifting sunbeams.
"Beautiful place, this," said he at last; "very homelike.