"
Enoch nodded. "Abbott, for the first time since I've been in this
office, I'm going to quit early and go for a ride."
"It's what you ought to do every day," said Abbott.
"Look here, Abbott, if I get this beastly matter settled to-morrow, I
want you to go away for two months' vacation."
"Well," said Charley, doubtfully, "if you get it settled!"
"Don't let that worry you," said Enoch grimly as he pulled on his
overcoat and left the office. "I'll settle it."
Promptly at three o'clock, the next day, Abbott ushered three men into
the Secretary's office. Enoch rose and bowed to Secretary Fowler, to
Hancock Brown, and to Ames, the reporter. The last was a clear cut
young fellow with a nose a little too sharp and eyes set a trifle too
close together.
"If you will be seated, gentlemen, I'll tell you the object of this
call upon your time. Mr. Abbott, please remain in the room.
"On the third of November, Mr. Brown, you published in one of your
evening papers an article about me written under your direction by
Ames. The facts in that article were in the main true. The deductions
you drew from them were vilely false. It is not, Mr. Brown, a pleasant
knowledge for a man to carry through life that his mother was what my
mother was.
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