"I know what I've given to the government since I first ran
surveys in Utah! You're an eastern man and a city man, Mr. Secretary.
If you had any idea of what a field man, in Utah, for example, or New
Mexico, or Arizona endures, of the love he has for his work, you'd see
why my pride won't let me justify my existence to a Congressional
Committee."
"And yet," insisted Enoch, "I am going to ask you to do that very
thing, Mr. Cheney. I am asking you to do it not for me or for
yourself, but for the good of the Survey. Find out who, what and why.
And tell me. Will you do it, Mr. Cheney?"
There was something winning as well as compelling in Enoch's voice.
The director of the Survey rose slowly, and with a half smile held out
his hand to the Secretary.
"I'll do it, Mr. Secretary, but for just one reason, because of my
admiration and friendship for you."
Enoch smiled. "Not the best of reasons, I'm afraid, but I'm grateful
anyhow. Will you let me know facts as you turn them up?"
Cheney nodded. "Good day, Mr. Secretary!" and Enoch turned to meet his
next visitor.
Shortly before six o'clock Enoch shook hands with Madame Foret in her
crowded drawing-room. He seemed to be quite unconscious of the more
than usually interested and inquiring glances that were directed toward
him.
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