"I think it is."

The other bounded up the steps and rang the bell. When the servant
opened the door Bansemer heard the new arrival ask for Cable, adding
that he was from one of the newspapers, and that he must see him
at once.

Bansemer stood stark and dumb at the foot of the steps. The whole
situation had rushed upon him like an avalanche. Harbert had filed
his charges and the hasty visit of the reporter proved that David
Cable was an instrument in them. The blood surged to his head; he
staggered under the shock of increased rage.

"Graydon is against me! They've won him over! Open the door, damn
you! I want my son!" He shouted the demand in the face of the
startled servant as he pushed rudely past him.

"You stay here, young fellow, and you'll hear a story that will
fill a whole paper. I am James Bansemer. Where is Cable? You!" to
the servant.

"Sh!" cried the frightened servant, recognising him. "Mrs. Cable
is resting, sir."

"What are you doing here?" Bansemer demanded of the reporter, exerting
all his crafty resourcefulness in the effort to calm himself.

"Cable has been elected president of the---" began the young man
just as Cable himself started down the stairway.