Gilderman went directly into his private office. He laid his hat on the table among the newspapers. There was a brass electric-fan on the mantel, and he turned the switch and started it moving, standing before the refreshing coolness. As he did so the other door opened and Mr. Wright came in. The manager bowed and Gilderman acknowledged his presence with a nod. He did not move away from the cooling breezes of the fan. "I am sorry to have called you away from the sea in such weather as this, Mr. Gilderman," said the manager. "I'm sorry to come, Wright. It seems to me we've had nothing but hot weather ever since February." "How's Mrs. Gilderman?" asked the manager. "Not very well," said Gilderman, briefly. "I suppose you wanted me about those copper-mines?" "Yes, sir; the transfers will have to be signed this week. I've made arrangements with Mr. Pengrist and Walton, of Walton & Boone, to be here. Shall I send word to Mr. Pengrist now?" "You might as well," said Mr. Gilderman. As Mr. Wright touched the electric-bell he remembered the bulletin he had just seen posted at the newspaper office. "By-the-way," said he, "I saw it posted on the bulletin-board as I came down that John the Baptist had been executed." "Yes; so I was told awhile ago," said Mr. Wright. "I think it's a pity that there should have been any dilly-dallying about it. Herod might as well have acted sharply in the first instance. He has gained nothing by all this delay." "I don't think the Baptist ought to have been executed at all," said Gilderman, briefly. Mr. Wright smiled, and then looked quickly sober. He had for the moment forgotten Gilderman's radical and socialistic proclivities. He thought that they were very foolish, but he was too practical a man and had too much good sense to argue the point. The messenger-boy appeared at the open door. "Go down to Pengrist & Ball's," said Mr. Wright, "and tell Mr. Pengrist that Mr. Gilderman is here." "Yes, sir," said the boy and disappeared. VII AMONG THE ROMANS GILDERMAN had made an appointment by note to dine that evening at the "Romans" with his friend Stirling West. His father-in-law had asked him to dine at the rectory, but he had declined. The truth was, that he was hungering for a taste of that sort of masculine society which he could only find at the club. The "Romans" was a pseudonym for the International Club. Why it was so called can better be understood than explained. The International Club, though large, was really one of the most select clubs in the metropolis. Its membership was almost entirely composed of plutocrats. With these was a sprinkling intermixture of the politicratic class. The chief ruler of the nation was an honorary member; Governor Pilate was a member, and so were others among the rulers of the nation. But almost the entire body of the club was composed of plutocrats--such men as Mr. Dorman-Webster among the patriarchs, and Gilderman among the juniors.