He headed the more reputable faction, but in the opposition were many shrewd men and men of standing.
It was no simple task we had before us, and we had been working hard, and we were not quite satisfied with the condition of things.

The relations of two men of prominence we wanted to know particularly.

Had there, or had there not, been a coalition between them?
If there had, it would change Harlson's policy, naturally, but work so far had been conducted on the supposition that an ancient political feud between the two was not yet ended, and that upon the support of one against the other he could count with reasonable certainty.

We were discussing this very matter when there came a ring at the door, and a cab-driver entered.
"There is a lady in my cab," said he, "who wants to see Mr.Harlson." Harlson was puzzled.
"I don't know what it means," he said.

"Come down with me and we'll solve the mystery," and we went to where the cab was drawn close to the sidewalk.
The door was opened with some energy, and a woman's head appeared--a head with brown hair.
"Grant!" "Jean! What is the matter?
What brings you here at such a time?
My poor child." She laughed.