"Of course, now that
he's openly committed to Fowler, he has an added grievance."
"There is nothing personal between you?"
"I never laid eyes on the man in my life. I never did him an
intentional injury. I am merely in his way. I always have despised
his papers and now I despise him. Understand, Senator, that, without
regard to diplomacy, Brown and I must have it out."
Havisham shook his head. "You'd better let him alone, Huntingdon. He
has an awful weapon in his papers and he can smear you in the public
mind no matter how obviously false his stories may be."
Enoch's lips tightened. "I'm not afraid of Brown. But all things
considered, Havisham, you'd better leave me out of your list of
presidential possibilities."
"There is no list! Or, at least, you're the list!" The Senator's
laugh was a little rueful.
"And," Enoch went on, "strange as it may seem, I'm not sure that I want
the Presidency. It seems to me that I might be far more useful in the
Capitol than in the White House."
"Not to the party!" exclaimed Havisham quickly.
"No, to the country!"
"Perhaps, but it's a debatable matter, which I don't intend to debate.
You are our man. If you won't deny the Brown canard, then we must go
ahead without the denial.
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