had always liked politics. They needed business men in politics.
If men of training and leisure would only go in for it there would
be some chance of cleaning up the situation. Yes, he might do that.
He was an easy speaker, and -

The car drew up at the curb and the chauffeur got out. Natalie's
car had drawn up just ahead, and the footman was already opening
the door. Rodney Page got out, and assisted Natalie to alight.
Clayton smiled. So she had changed her mind. He saw Rodney bend
over her hand and kiss it after his usual ceremonious manner.
Natalie seemed a trifle breathless when she turned and saw him.

"You're early, aren't you?" she said.

"I fancy it is you who are late."

Then he realized that the chauffeur was waiting to speak to him.

"Yes, Jackson?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I guess I'll be leaving at the end of my month,
Mr. Spencer."

"Come into the library and I'll talk to you. What's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong, sir. I have been very well suited. It's
only - I used to be in the regular army, sir, and I guess I'm going
to be needed again."

"You mean - we are going to be involved?"