"There are five days yet,
and I need at least three of them. He was very angry?"
"Fighting mad."
"Of course," said the small one thoughtfully. "But we can't allow that
to get in the way of the bigger things. It won't make any family break,
will it? For Patricia's sake I shall be sorry if he is desperate enough
to make the quarrel a personal one."
"I did the best I could on that, little woman, and I reckon he's big
enough to keep on telling us 'Howdy.' What comes next on the programme?"
"To-morrow I'm going to try to get him to take Patricia driving. Beyond
that I haven't planned, and anyway it doesn't matter, now that you have
Gryson out of the way." Then she offered a bit of news. "Richard Gantry
telephoned me a few minutes ago. He has sent in his resignation, and is
going to Peru."
The senator was opening the door to the adjoining bedroom and turning on
the lights.
"Oh, no, I reckon not," he rejoined, with a mellow laugh rumbling deep
in his great body. "Dick only thinks he is going to Peru. We all think
such things now and then."
XXI
THE UNDER-DOG
Blount's first move on the morning following the militant interview with
his father was telegraphic; he wired the campaign chairmen in the three
towns remaining on his list, cancelling his speaking-engagements. Beyond
that he went forth to institute a painstaking search in the purlieus of
the city, a quest having for its object the unearthing of the man Thomas
Gryson.
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