"
The President looked at Enoch intently as he crossed the long room.
"Wherever you've been, Huntingdon, it has done you good."
"I took a trip through the Canyon country, Mr. President. I've always
wanted it."
The President waited as if he expected Enoch to say more, but the
younger man stood silently contemplating the open fire.
"How about this tale of Brown's?" the Chief Executive asked finally.
"I dislike mentioning it to you, Huntingdon, but you are the most
trusted member of my Cabinet, and you have issued no denial to a very
nasty scandal about yourself."
Enoch turned grave eyes toward the President. "I shall issue no
denial, Mr. President. But there is one man in the world I wish to
know the whole truth. If you have the time, sir, will you permit me to
go over the whole miserable story?"
The President studied the Secretary's face. "It will be a painful
thing for both of us, Huntingdon," he said after a moment, "but for the
sake of our future confidential relationship, I think I shall have to
ask you to go over it with me. Sit down, won't you?"
Enoch shook his head and, standing with his back to the fire, his
burning eyes never leaving the President's face, he told the story of
Minetta Lane.
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