He was silent. But his eyes did not leave my face. "Why should any sensible man, a member of the legislature, take stock in that kind of gossip?" I insisted. "Why not judge this bill by its face, without heeding a cock and bull story as to how it may have originated? It is a good bill, or a bad bill? Let's see what it says." I read it. "So far as I can see, it is legislation which we ought to have had long ago, and tends to compel a publicity in corporation affairs that is much needed, to put a stop to practices which every decent citizen deplores." He drew the paper out of my hand. "You needn't go on, Paret," he told me. "It's no use." "Well, I'm sorry we don't agree," I said, and got up. I left him twisting the paper in his fingers. Beside the clerk's desk in the Potts House, relating one of his anecdotes, I spied Colonel Varney, and managed presently to draw him upstairs to his room. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Do you know a man named Krebs in the House?" I said. "From Elkington? Why, that's the man the Hutchinses let slip through,--the Hutchinses, who own the mills over there. The agitators put up a job on them." The Colonel was no longer the genial and social purveyor of anecdotes. He had become tense, alert, suspicious. "What's he up to?" "He's found out about this bill," I replied. "How?" "I don't know. But someone told him that it originated in our office, and that we were going to use it in our suit against the Ribblevale." I related the circumstances of my running across Krebs, speaking of having known him at Harvard. Colonel Varney uttered an oath, and strode across to the window, where he stood looking down into the street from between the lace curtains. "We'll have to attend to him, right off," he said. I was surprised to find myself resenting the imputation, and deeply. "I'm afraid he's one of those who can't be 'attended to,'" I answered. "You mean that he's in the employ of the Ribblevale people?" the Colonel inquired. "I don't mean anything of the kind," I retorted, with more heat, perhaps, than I realized. The Colonel looked at me queerly. "That's all right, Mr. Paret. Of course I don't want to question your judgment, sir. And you say he's a friend of yours." "I said I knew him at college." "But you will pardon me," the Colonel went on, "when I tell you that I've had some experience with that breed, and I have yet to see one of 'em you couldn't come to terms with in some way--in some way," he added, significantly. I did not pause to reflect that the Colonel's attitude, from his point of view (yes, and from mine,--had I not adopted it?) was the logical one. In that philosophy every man had his price, or his weakness. Yet, such is the inconsistency of human nature, I was now unable to contemplate this attitude with calmness.