"Um-huh! Tried to butt into the White House, but _Mister_ Graham _he_ don’t know him! Can’t interdoose ’im! _Too_ black! Law-dee, didn’t he th’ow ’im down!" Henry Porter heard enough of this. He rapidly retraced his steps to Shaw’s office. "Here, Mr. Shaw, you can jist git them papers out this evenin’. There’s no use waitin’." "All right, Mr. Porter," said Shaw, who didn’t favour the idea but was too much afraid of his client to refuse. "But wouldn’t to-morrow do as well? We could think it over a little further." "No, suh, Mr. Shaw. We don’t wait till no to-morrer. We don’t think about that damn young nigger no mo’ till we take him with the papers and let him think about hisself awhile. Can’t you git ’em served on him this evenin’?" "If he’s to be found in the city," said Shaw. "Oh, he’s to be found all right. I saw him goin’ up the street jist awhile ago. You jist git them papers out and have ’em served on him this evenin’ and no mistake about it." "All right, if you say so," Shaw consented. "Well, I say so—and I can pay the damage," said the irate client with emphasis, and stalked out of the office, only to stick his head back into the door with the last injunction: "This evenin’ now, and no mistake about it!" * * * * * As chance ordained, Henry Porter did not go amiss in his haste to have the summons served on Graham. It was late in the afternoon and less than four hours before the former footman and his wife were scheduled to leave the city for Stag Inlet that the officer served the paper. A bomb exploding under Hayward’s feet could not have been so unexpected by him. As the officer read the summons and its import broke upon his mind he felt, for the first time in his life, physical weakness in the presence of danger. It staggered him to think of possible results. He had no feeling of guilt: but an awful fear. President Phillips had passed out of the White House for his regular constitutional while the process was being served, and recognized the officer by his badge and Graham’s excitement by the look on his face, but had not stopped to inquire what the trouble was,—for which Graham was profoundly thankful, as it gave him time to catch his breath.