"
"Naturally," said Blount dryly. "Still, I am needing to be shown. I've
had two or three chances to size Gryson up, and he didn't impress me as
a man with any ability beyond the requirements of a bully and the lowest
type of a political heeler."
"Tom is bigger than that; I don't know how much bigger, but some. He has
votes to sell, and Kittredge, at least, seems to believe that he can
deliver the goods. I don't know the inside of the deal. I'll tell you
frankly that I tried to shove it over to you, neck and heels, at first.
When that little notion failed, I pushed it along to Kittredge."
Blount's eyebrows, which promised in time to be as portentous as the
Honorable Senator's, met in a frown. "I'm going to find Gryson, dead or
alive," he said.
Gantry looked up quickly.
"Which means that you know what has become of him?"
"He has been put out of the way for a purpose, and the purpose is to
keep me from finding out something that Gryson wants to tell me. That
was the animus of the scheme to send me on a fool's errand to Lewiston.
After you left me last night I found out that Gryson had been worrying
Collins the day before; had been in the office a number of times and was
sweatingly anxious about something."
Gantry flung his cigarette away and lighted another. After a deep
inhalation or two he said: "Let it alone, Evan.
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