"There is no same time," snapped Mr. Cooley; "you take your _tempo_ from me." Holding up his hand he demonstrated with his fingers: "Move number 1--give her a regular allowance and regulate all expenditure. Move number 2--turn all her father's investments into cash. Move number 3--reinvest the cash, so that we can handle the profits." "But suppose she--she refuses?" demanded the other. "She won't. She daren't. If she does"-- He hesitated as if unwilling to give expression to his secret thoughts, even to Jimmy--"we'll put her where she can't refuse." "Put her where she can't refuse?" echoed his client, puzzled. "I don't understand." The lawyer put his finger warningly to his lips. "Hush!" he whispered, "I've got it all planned out. There isn't one chance in a thousand for us to miss fire, but you must follow--not lead. Bascom Cooley has never lost a case. He can't lose a case. Why, Marsh, I'll take either side of this case and win." "What colossal confidence!" cried Jimmy admiringly. Mr. Cooley looked around as if to make sure that there were no eavesdroppers. His manner became very serious and determined. "That's the whole secret, Jimmy," he said. "Believe in yourself and that flock of sheep we call the world will follow you. The power to be is only the power to will. Whatever I will--happens, and that is a very valuable political asset. Why, I can take a rank outsider at a crowded caucus--over the heads of all the regular nominees--nominate him and jam him through to the front. I've done it--they can't resist me. When I say 'yes,' by God! it's yes! It's got to be 'yes.' Your claim wasn't worth a button when you first came to me. Well, what do you think of your chances now? You wouldn't take ninety cents on the dollar for it, would you? Well, I guess not!" The door opened and Mr. Ricaby reappeared with a bag in his hand. He seemed surprised to see the two men still alone. Looking around, he exclaimed: "Isn't Miss Marsh here yet?" "No," said Cooley, with a covert sneer, "the young lady is taking her time----" Jimmy made an effort to put on an air of offended dignity. "My niece is perhaps unaware," he said loftily, "that Mr. Cooley is waiting. I don't mind for myself----"