thought about himself as a personality not at all, but only as an
instrument.

``Here's the rest of it,'' said he, throwing himself back in his
chair and relighting his pipe.

She finished a moment later, said as she laid the manuscript on
the table: ``That's the best you've ever done.''

``I think so,'' agreed he. ``It seems to me I've got a new grip
on things. I needed a turn such as your friend Davy Hull gave
me. Nothing like rivalry to spur a man on. The old crowd was so
stupid--cunning, but stupid. But Hull injects a new element into
the struggle. To beat him we've got to use our best brains.''

``We've got to attack him,'' said Selma. ``After all, he is the
enemy. We can't let him disarm us by an act of justice.''

``No, indeed,'' said Victor. ``But we'll have to be careful.
Here's what I'm going to carry on the first page.''

He held up a sheet of paper on which he had written with a view
to effective display the names of the four most offensive local
corporations with their contribution--$25,000 each--to the
campaign fund of the Citizens' Alliance. ``Under it, in big
type,'' proceeded he, ``we'll carry a line asking, `Is the
Citizens' Alliance fooling these four corporations or is it
fooling the people?' I think that will be more effective than
columns of attack.''