him, or some appointee, to prosecute the case.

"Well," said the Governor, "I'm glad you think so. But if we find that
it isn't possible, Mr. Stirling, I'll have a letter written to the
District Attorney that may scare him into proceeding with the case."

Peter thanked him, and rose to go.

"Are you going to New York at once?" asked the Governor.

"Yes. Unless I can be of use here."

"Suppose you dine with me, and take a late train?"

"It will be a great pleasure," said Peter.

"Very well. Six sharp." Then after Peter had left the room, the Governor
asked, "How is he on law?"

"Very good. Clear-headed and balanced."

"He knows how to talk," said the Governor. "He brought my heart up in my
mouth as no one has done in years. Now, I must get word to some of the
people in New York to find out who he is, and if this case has any
concealed boomerang in it."

The dinner was a very quiet one with only the Governor and his wife. The
former must have told his better-half something about Peter, for she
studied him with a very kind look in her face, and prosaic and silent as
Peter was, she did not seem bored. After the dinner was eaten, and some