All the incidents of that chance visit to Fraserville to write the sketch of Bassett for the "Courier" lived in his memory.
Something had been said there about Madison College; and his connection with Fitch's office had been mentioned, and on the fears thus roused in Morton Bassett, he, Daniel Harwood, had reared a tottering superstructure of aims, hopes, ambitions, that threatened to overwhelm him! But now, as the first shock passed, he saw all things clearly.

He would save Sylvia even though Bassett must be saved first.

If Thatcher could be silenced in no other way, he might have the senatorship; or Dan would go direct to Bassett and demand that he withdraw from the contest.
He was not afraid of Morton Bassett now.
"I had gone to work for that construction company in the Boordman where you found me.

It was his idea to move me into your office--I guess you thought you picked me out; but he gave me a quiet tip to ask you for the job.

Well, he'd been dropping into the construction office now and then to see me--you know the boss was never in town and I hadn't much to do.
He used to dictate letters--said he couldn't trust the public stenogs in the hotels; and one day he gave me that letter to copy.