“What, again?” said Judge Dana. The puffy jowl of Montrose Clark deepened in color. “I shall not tolerate any more of his impudence,” he declared. “He will come when sent for or--” “Now, Mr. Clark, this is a case for diplomacy.” “For you, you mean, Dana.” “What do you employ me for?” soothed the lawyer. “Just you have a copy of the ordinance drawn up. Tell Garson to get up the advertising figures and give them to me. I’ll talk to young Mr. Robson.” The magnate assented, though with an ill grace. “Will you take up the matter of your candidacy with him at the same time?” Matters were so shaping themselves in politics, that with the figure of Martin Embree looming and the probability of a strong radical vote in the Legislature, the P.-U. and its allied traction interests in the State deemed it advisable to place a safe representative on the Court of Appeals bench, where much may be done by “interpretation” to offset destructive legislation. Dana had been selected as the man. In his early days the Judge had weathered, with difficulty and not without damage to his reputation, two or three legal tempests, one of which had all but caused his disbarment. Had not Montrose Clark, already finding him valuable as a clever quasher of damage suits in their early stages, employed his influence, the Judge would have ceased to ornament the legal profession. He had since gone far to rehabilitate himself in the eyes of the public, by sticking close to high-class, quiet (not to say secret) corporation work. But the better men of his own profession, while recognizing his abilities, were still suspicious of him, though not to the point where any protest was likely to be made in the face of such powerful interests as were backing him. Judge Dana pondered his patron’s question. “That depends on how he takes the transfer plan,” he replied. “You gave me advice about him,” said Montrose Clark rather maliciously; “to handle him with gloves. You see how it came out. Now I’ll give you some in return. Put the screws on the young fool!” “Not my way. And not his description. He’s got a lot to learn. I’m going there as his teacher. I would n’t be, if he was a fool.” Channels of communication bring information (and even more misinformation) from many sources into an editor’s office. Through one of these Jeremy had learned of the projected transfer plan’s recrudescence. Therefore he was prepared when Judge Dana, having called by appointment, stated the case flatly. “We want your support,” he said. “This is a pretty raw deal, Judge Dana,” remarked Jeremy. The lawyer’s thin and solemn face did not alter its expression of bland disinterestedness. “Not if looked at in the right light.” “What is the right light?” “The P.-U. needs the new arrangement in order to perfect its service to the public. The greatest good to the greatest number.” “Number One,” suggested Jeremy. “Mr. Montrose Clark.”