He drove her over to Elmhurst that morning, and he drives over two or three evenings a week to meet her on the sly and get her report.

That may be politics, but it ain't very respectable, to my notion." "Well, the campaign is nearly over, Mrs.Hopkins." "Thank goodness for that!" she replied.
The visitor sat silent after this, for he had learned all that the poor gossiping woman could tell him.

Finally he said: "I guess your husband's going to be late." "Yes; if he ain't more prompt than usual you'll have a long spell of waiting." "Perhaps I'd better go over to the hotel and look him up.

I have to get back to Fairview tonight, you know." "Do as you please," she answered carelessly.
So Mr.Burke, for it was the detective, bade her good-night and took his leave, and it was not until after he had gone that Mary Hopkins remembered she had forgotten to ask him his name.
"But it don't matter," she decided.

"He's just one o' 'Rast's politicians, and I probably treated the fellow better than he deserved.".