"
He was considerably relieved when she said "Good-by" rather abruptly,
and rang off. None the less, he thought it a little strange that his
father should be planning to leave the capital on the very eve of the
great struggle. Was he so sure that nothing could happen within the next
twenty-four hours? Leaving the query answerless, he returned to the
interrupted duty. Deliberately, with the open telephone-book before him,
he sought and found Judge Hemingway's number; and a few seconds later he
had the judge's house in Mesa Circle, with the judge himself answering
his call. The wire conversation was brief and to the point. Cautiously,
and in well-guarded phrase, Blount stated his case. By a series of
correlated incidents which could be explained later, documentary
evidence of a great conspiracy had fallen into his hands; would the
judge step aside so far as to accord him a Sunday interview, taking his
word for it that the emergency was most urgent, and that the time was
too short to admit of the ordinary methods of procedure?
The judge's answer was satisfactory, though Blount fancied it was rather
reluctantly given. A family engagement--an accepted luncheon
invitation--would intervene; but between four and five o'clock in the
afternoon the chief justice would be in his chambers in the Capitol
building, and would be glad to have the son of his old friend the
senator come at that hour.
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