"I don't ask you to do anything--except to consider if he _is_ essential. You said you were over-tired and wanted to bring a fresh mind to bear on the other appointments. Why not delay this one too?" Mornway turned in his chair and looked at her searchingly. "This means something, Ella. What have you heard?" "Just what you have, probably, but with more attentive ears. The very record you are so proud of has made George Fleetwood innumerable enemies in the last two years. The Lead Trust people are determined to ruin him, and if his reappointment is attacked you will not be spared." "Attacked? In the papers, you mean?" She paused. "You know the 'Spy' has always threatened a campaign. And he has a past, as you say." "Which was public property long before I first appointed him. Nothing could be gained by raking up his old political history. Everybody knows he didn't come to me with clean hands, but to hurt him now the 'Spy' would have to fasten a new scandal on him, and that would not be easy." "It would be easy to invent one!" "Unproved accusations don't count much against a man of such proved capacity. The best answer is his record of the last two years. That is what the public looks at." "The public looks wherever the press points. And besides, you have your own future to consider. It would be a pity to sacrifice such a career as yours for the sake of backing up even as useful a man as George Fleetwood." She paused, as if checked by his gathering frown, but went on with fresh decision: "Oh, I'm not speaking of personal ambition; I'm thinking of the good you can do. Will Fleetwood's reappointment secure the greatest good of the greatest number, if his unpopularity reacts on you to the extent of hindering your career?" The Governor's brow cleared and he rose with a smile. "My dear, your reasoning is admirable, but we must leave my career to take care of itself. Whatever I may be to-morrow, I am Governor of Midsylvania to-day, and my business as Governor is to appoint as Attorney-General the best man I can find for the place--and that man is George Fleetwood, unless you have a better one to propose." She met this with perfect good-humor. "No, I have told you already that that is not my business. But I _have_ a candidate of my own for another office, so Grace was not quite wrong, after all." "Well, who is your candidate, and for what office? I only hope you don't want to change cooks!" "Oh, I do that without your authority, and you never even know it has been done." She hesitated, and then said with a bright directness: "I want you to do something for poor Gregg." "Gregg? Rufus Gregg?" He stared. "What an extraordinary request! What can I do for a man I've had to kick out for dishonesty?" "Not much, perhaps; I know it's difficult. But, after all, it was your kicking him out that ruined him."