the legislative chambers.

In just an hour Freckles tried it again. He sent the car to within
three feet of the attic floor, and then peered through the grating,
his face tied in a knot of interrogation. The eminent lobbyist stood
there gulping down wrath and pride, knowing well enough what was
expected of him.

"Oh--all right," he muttered at last, and with that much of an
understanding Freckles sent the car up, opened the door, and Henry
Ludlow stepped in.

No word was spoken between them until the light from the floor upon
which the Senate Chamber was situated came in view. Then Freckles
turned with a polite inquiry as to where the gentleman wished to get
off.

"You may take me down to the office of the Governor," said Mr.
Ludlow stonily, meaningly.

"Sure," said Freckles cheerfully. "Guess you'll find the Governor in
his office now. He's been in the Senate most of the afternoon,
watching 'em pass that Kelley Bill."

Mr. Ludlow's lips drew in tightly. He squared his shoulders, and his
silence was tremendous.

In just fifteen minutes Freckles was sent for from the executive
office.