shrugged his shoulders and resumed his seat.

He lit another cigar, and with affected carelessness he said: "All right, Jeff, my boy, we'll let it go at that You're sorry--so am I.You've shown me your cards--I'll show you mine." His composed unruffled manner vanished.

He suddenly threw off the mask and revealed the tempest that was raging within.

He leaned across the desk, his face convulsed with uncontrollable passion, a terrifying picture of human wrath.

Shaking his fist at his son he shouted: "When I get through with Judge Rossmore at Washington, I'll start after his daughter.