not your general policy, but it is you, the son of your father, that
I mean to work for. If you want financial help for your campaign--
or after it is over--come and get it here--ten thousand or more if
you wish. Your father, if he knew--and perhaps he does know--would
be pleased that you, who could not be a man of business in his
world, are become a man of business in the bigger world of law-
making. You may be right or wrong in that policy, but that don't
weigh with me. You've taken on as big a job as ever your father
did. What's the use of working if you don't try to do the big thing
that means a lot to people outside yourself! If you make new good
laws, if you do something for the world that's wonderful, it's as
much as your father did, or, if he was alive, could do now.
Whatever there is here is yours to use. When you come back here to
play your part, you'll make it a success--the whole blessed thing.
I don't wish you were here now, except that it's yours--all of it--
but I wish you to beat Barode Barouche.

Yours to the knife,

LUKE TARBOE.


He read the letter through, and coming to the words, "When you come back
here to play your part, you'll make it a success--the whole blessed
thing," he paused, reflecting . . . He wondered what Carnac would
think the words meant, and he felt it was bold, and, maybe, dangerous
play; but it was not more dangerous than facts he had dealt with often
in the last two years. He would let it stand, that phrase of the hidden
meaning. He did not post the letter yet.