"I'll disbar that man if it's the last act of my life!" He cried, "He's not fit to practise among decent men!" He left Krafft standing on the corner and smiling quietly, and hurried back to his office. XLII It was unfortunate for everybody that Morrell should have chosen that particular afternoon to pay one of his periodical calls. Morrell had been tactful and judicious in his demands. Keith was not particularly afraid of his story or the effect of it if told, but he disliked intensely the fuss and bother of explanations and readjustments. It had seemed easier to let things drift along. The transactions were skilfully veiled, notes were always given, Morrell was shrewd enough to take care that it did not cost too much. There existed not the slightest cordiality between the men, but a tacit assumption of civil relations. But this afternoon the sight of Morrell, seated with what seemed to Keith a smug, superior, supercilious confidence in the best of the office chairs, was more than Keith could stand. He was bursting with anger at the world in general. "You here?" he barked at Morrell, without waiting for a greeting. "Well, I'm sick of you! Get out!" Morrell stared at him dumbfounded. "I don't believe I understand," he objected. "Get out! Get out! Get out! Is that plain enough?" shouted Keith. Morrell arose with cold dignity. "I cannot permit--" he began. Keith turned on him abruptly. "Look here, don't try to come that rot. I said, get out--and I mean it!" So menacing was his aspect that Morrell drew back toward the door. "I suppose you know what this means?" he threatened, an ugly note in his quiet voice. "I don't give a damn what it means," rejoined Keith with deadly earnestness, "and if you don't get out of here I'll throw you out!" Morrell went hastily. Keith slammed his papers into a drawer, locked it and his office door, and went directly to the office of the _Bulletin_. There, seated in all the chairs, perched on the tables and window ledges, he found a representative group. He recognized most of them, including James King of William, Coleman, Hossfros, Isaac Bluxome, Talbot Ward, and others. A dead silence greeted his appearance. He stopped by the door. "You have, of course, heard the news," he said. "I have come here to state unequivocally, and for publication, that the Cora trial will be pushed as rapidly and as strongly as is in the power of the District Attorney's office. And if legal evidence of corruption can be obtained, proceedings will at once be inaugurated to indict the bribe givers." A short silence followed this speech. Several men looked toward one another. The tension appeared to relax a trifle. "I am glad to hear this, sir, from your own lips," at last said Coleman formally, "and I wish you every success." Another short and rather embarrassed silence fell.