street, stood a moment in front of Humphrey's, drew a sudden breath that
was almost a gasp, waddled into the store, advanced directly on the
soda fountain, and with a blazing red face and angrily triumphant eyes
confronted Billy Simmons.

"I'll take a chocolate marshmallow nut sundae," he said. "And you needn't
be stingy with the marshmallow, either!"

* * * * *

At ten minutes past four, the anxious Antis in the Remington living-room
heard the candidate for district attorney running down the stairs, and even
Mrs. Brewster-Smith was hushed. The candidate stopped, however, on the
landing. They heard him lift the telephone receiver. He called a number.
Then-----

"_Sentinel_ office?... Mr. Ledbetter, please.... Hello, Ledbetter!
Remington speaking. I have that statement ready. Will you send a man
around?... Yes, right away. And I wish you'd put it on the wires. Display
it just as prominently as you can, won't you?... Thanks. That's fine!
Good-by."

He ran back upstairs.

But shortly he appeared, wearing the distrait, exalted expression of the
genius who has just passed through the creative act. He looked very tall
and strong as he stood before the mantel, receiving the congratulations of
Mrs. Brewster-Smith and the timid admiration of Cousin Emelene. His few
words were well chosen and were uttered with dignity.