"I've
reached my limit. Mr. President, I have asked Mr. Fowler, Brown, and
the reporter who's been maligning me to come to my office to-morrow
afternoon. I think I shall be able to settle this matter. I would
perhaps have done it before but I could not settle in my own mind just
how I wanted to go about it. Fowler refused to come until I told him
the purpose of the meeting."
"And you know now how to end this miserable affair?" asked the
President, wonderingly.
"Yes," replied Enoch. "And now, Mr. President, what can I do for you?"
"Exactly what you are doing, Enoch. Clear up this disgusting matter."
"You came to see me for that, sir?"
The President smiled. "You do not seem to realize that a great many
people, people who never saw you, are deeply troubled about you. You
do not belong to yourself but to us, Mr. Secretary."
"Perhaps you are right, sir," said Enoch humbly. "I thank you most
sincerely for coming."
"Will you come to me as soon as you have finished, to-morrow, Enoch?"
"Yes, Mr. President! Abbott, will you show the President out?" Then
when Charley had returned, he said, "Abbott, the Secretary of State
will be here. How about Brown?"
"He will be here," replied Charley. "I used the President's name
pretty freely, but I think I finally got him curious enough and worried
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