"Then a committee of us women called on Mr. Norton and told him that we'd organize the women of the city and would carry on a boycott campaign against his store--we didn't really put it quite as crudely as that--unless he'd force the _Sentinel_ to stop Mr. Doolittle's lying extra and print your statement. "Mr. Norton gave in, and telephoned the _Sentinel_ that if it didn't do as he said he'd cancel his advertising contract. Then, to make sure, we got hold of Mr. Jaffry, called on Mr. Ledbetter, who called in the business manager--and your Uncle Martin told them that unless they printed the truth, and every bit of it, and printed it at once, he was going to put up the money to start an opposition paper that _would print the truth_. That explains the extra 'Well'," ejaculated George, still staring, "you certainly are a wonder as a campaign manager!" "Oh, I only did my fraction. That Miss Eliot did as much as I--she's a find--she's going to be one of Whitewater's really big women. And Betty Sheridan, you can't guess how Betty's worked--and your wife, Mr. Remington, she's turning out to be a marvel! "But that's not all," Mrs. Herrington continued rapidly. "We bought ten thousand copies of that extra for ourselves--your uncle paid for them--and we're going to distribute them in every home in town. When the best element in Whitewater read how the women were trampled down by Noonan's mob--well, they'll know how to vote! Mr. Noonan will never guess how much he has helped us." "You seem to have left nothing for me to do," said George. "You'll find out there'll be all you'll want," replied the brisk Mrs. Herrington. "We're organizing meetings--one in every hall in the city, one on almost every other street corner, and we're going to rush you from one to the next--most of the night--and there'll be no letup for you tomorrow, even if it is election day. Yes, you'll find there'll be plenty to do!" The next twenty-four hours were the busiest that George Remington had ever known in his twenty-six years. But at nine o'clock the next evening it was over--the tumult and the shouting and the congratulations--and all were gone save only Martin Jaffry; and District-Attorney-Elect Remington sat in his hotel suite alone in the bosom of his family.