"It is a modern, scientific system with monarchy as its superstructure. It is anomalous, but frank. The monarchy is there for all men to see, and some day it will be done away with. We are supposedly a democracy, and our superstructure is plutocratic. Our people feel the burden, but they have not yet discovered what the burden is." "And when they do?" I asked, a little defiantly. "When they do," replied Krebs, "they will set about making the plutocrats happy. Now plutocrats are discontented, and never satisfied; the more they get, the more they want, the more they are troubled by what other people have." I smiled in spite of myself. "Your interest in--in plutocrats is charitable, then?" "Why, yes," he said, "my interest in all kinds of people is charitable. However improbable it may seem, I have no reason to dislike or envy people who have more than they know what to do with." And the worst of it was he looked it. He managed somehow simply by sitting there with his strange eyes fixed upon me--in spite of his ridiculous philosophy--to belittle my ambitions, to make of small worth my achievements, to bring home to me the fact that in spite of these I was neither contented nor happy though he kept his humour and his poise, he implied an experience that was far deeper, more tragic and more significant than mine. I was goaded into making an injudicious remark. "Well, your campaign against Ennerly and Jackson fell through, didn't it?" Ennerly and Jackson were the city officials who had been tried. "It wasn't a campaign against them," he answered. "And considering the subordinate part I took in it, it could scarcely be called mine." "Greenhalge turned to you to get the evidence." "Well, I got it," he said. "What became of it?" "You ought to know." "What do you mean?" "Just what I say, Paret," he answered slowly. "You ought to know, if anyone knows." I considered this a moment, more soberly. I thought I might have counted on my fingers the number of men cognizant of my connection with the case. I decided that he was guessing. "I think you should explain that," I told him. "The time may come, when you'll have to explain it." "Is that a threat?" I demanded. "A threat?" he repeated. "Not at all." "But you are accusing me--" "Of what?" he interrupted suddenly. He had made it necessary for me to define the nature of his charges. "Of having had some connection with the affair in question." "Whatever else I may be, I'm not a fool," he said quietly. "Neither the district attorney's office, nor young Arbuthnot had brains enough to get them out of that scrape. Jason didn't have influence enough with the judiciary, and, as I happen to know, there was a good deal of money spent." "You may be called upon to prove it," I retorted, rather hotly. "So I may."