CHAPTER XI.
So this was the man! Mr.Sabin did not neglect his luncheon, nor was he ever for a moment unmindful of the grey-headed princess who chatted away by his side with all the vivacity of her race and sex.

But he watched Mr.Brott.
A man this! Mr.Sabin was a judge, and he appraised him rightly.

He saw through that courteous geniality of tone and gesture; the ready-made smile, although it seemed natural enough, did not deceive him.
Underneath was a man of iron, square-jawed, nervous, forceful.

Mr.Brott was probably at that time the ablest politician of either party in the country.

Mr.Sabin knew it.