Several days went by after the appearance of this edifying story, but Enoch made no move. Then the President summoned him to the White House. "Enoch, shall you let that screed go unchallenged?" he demanded. "What can I say, Mr. President?" asked Enoch. "And really, that sort of thing doesn't bother me much. It is only the usual political mud slinging. They are feeling me out. They want more than anything to get me into a newspaper controversy with them. I am going to be difficult to get." "So I see!" retorted the President. "If you are not careful, old man, people will begin to think Brown is right and you are afraid." Enoch laughed. "I am not afraid of him or any other skunk. But also, in spite of my red hair, I have a good deal of patience. I am waiting for our friends to trot out their whole bag of tricks." "What do you hear from Fowler?" asked the President. "Nothing. I am desperately sorry that he has got mixed up with Brown. He is a brilliant man and the party needs him. I hope his attitude toward me has made no break in the pleasant relationship between you and him, Mr. President." "It did for a short time. But we got together over the Dutch Guiana matter and he's quite himself again. As you say, the party can ill afford to lose him. But a man who works with Brown I consider lost to the party, no matter if he keeps the name." "Fowler used to like me," said Enoch, thoughtfully. "He certainly did. But the reason that Fowler will always be a politician and not a statesman is that he is still blind to the fact that the biggest thing a man can do for himself politically is to forget himself and work for the party." "You mean for the country, do you not?" asked Enoch. "It should be the same thing. If Fowler can get beyond himself, he'll be a statesman. But he's fifty and characters solidify at fifty. He's been a first rate Secretary of State, because he's a first rate international lawyer, because his tact is beyond reproach and because he is forced by the nature of his work to think nationally and not personally." "I'm sorry he's taken up with Brown," repeated Enoch. "There never was such a dearth of good men in national politics before." "I've known him for many years," the President said thoughtfully, "and I never knew him to do a dishonest thing. He's full of horse sense. I've heard rumors that in his early days in the Far West he got in with a bad crowd, but he threw them off and any one that knew details has decently forgotten them. I've tried several times to speak to him about this new alliance but although he's never shown temper as he did that night when you were here, I get nowhere with him. His ideas for the party are sane and sound and constructive." "You mean for the country, do you not, sir?" asked Enoch again with a smile. The older man smiled too. "Hanged if I don't mean both!" he exclaimed. "What do you think of Havisham as presidential material?" asked Enoch.