'Stuff to back this up,' Ned Beaumont said depreciatively. He addressed the Senator: 'I can give you more details, but you've got the main story now. That's enough, isn't it?'
'Quite enough,' the Senator said. He put a hand to his forehead. 'I cannot believe it, yet it is so. If you'll excuse me for a moment and'—to his daughter—'you too, my dear, I should like to be alone, to think, to adjust myself to— No, no, stay here. I should like to go to my room.' He bowed gracefully. 'Please remain, Mr. Beaumont. I shall not be long— merely a moment to—to adjust myself to the knowledge that this man with whom I've worked shoulder to shoulder is my son's murderer.'
He bowed again and went out, carrying himself rigidly erect.
Ned Beaumont put a hand on Janet Henry's wrist and asked in a low tense voice: 'Look here, is he likely to fly off the handle?'
She looked at him, startled.
'Is he likely to go dashing off hunting for Paul?' he explained. 'We don't want that. There's no telling what would happen.'
'I don't know,' she said.
He grimaced impatiently. 'We can't let him do it. Can't we go somewhere near the front door so we can stop him if he tries it?'
'Yes.' She was frightened.
She led him to the front of the house, into a small room that was dim behind heavily curtained windows. Its door was within a few feet of the street-door. They stood close together in the dim room, close to the door that stood some six inches ajar. Both of them were trembling. Janet Henry tried to whisper to Ned Beaumont, but he sh-h-hed her into silence.
They were not there long before soft footfalls sounded on the hall-carpet and Senator Henry, wearing hat and overcoat, hurried towards the street-door.
Ned Beaumont stepped out and said: 'Wait, Senator Henry.'
The Senator turned. His face was hard and cold, his eyes imperious. 'You will please excuse me,' he said. 'I must go out.'
'That's no good,' Ned Beaumont said. He went up close to the Senator. 'Just more trouble.'
Janet Henry went to her father's side. 'Don't go, Father,' she begged. 'Listen to Mr. Beaumont.'
'I have listened to Mr. Beaumont,' the Senator said. 'I'm perfectly willing to listen to him again if he has any more information to give me. Otherwise I must ask you to excuse me.' He smiled at Ned Beaumont. 'It is on what you told me that I'm acting now.'
Ned Beaumont regarded him with level eyes. 'I don't think you ought to go to see him,' he said.
The Senator looked haughtily at Ned Beaumont.
Janet said, 'But, Father,' before the look in his eyes stopped her.
Ned Beaumont cleared his throat. Spots of color were in his cheeks. He put his left hand out quickly and touched Senator Henry's right-hand overcoat-pocket.
Senator Henry stepped back indignantly.
Ned Beaumont nodded as if to himself. 'That's no good at all,' he said earnestly. He looked at Janet Henry. 'He's got a gun in his pocket.'
'Father!' she cried and put a hand to her mouth.
Ned Beaumont pursed his lips. 'Well,' he told the Senator, 'it's a cinch we can't let you go out of here with a gun in your pocket.'
Janet Henry said: 'Don't let him, Ned.'
The Senator's eyes burned scornfully at them. 'I think both of you have quite forgotten yourselves,' he said. 'Janet, you will please go to your room.'
She took two reluctant steps away, then halted and cried: 'I won't! I won't let you do it. Don't let him, Ned.'
Ned Beaumont moistened his lips. 'I won't,' he promised.
The Senator, staring coldly at him, put his right hand on the streetdoor's knob.
Ned Beaumont leaned forward and put a hand over the Senator's. 'Look here, sir,' he said respectfully, 'I can't let you do this. I'm not just interfering.' He took his hand off the Senator's, felt in the inside pocket of his coat, and brought out a torn, creased, and soiled piece of folded paper. 'Here's my appointment as special investigator for the District Attorney's office last month.' He held it out to the Senator. 'It's never been cancelled as far as I know, so'—he shrugged—'I can't let you go off to shoot somebody.'
The Senator did not look at the paper. He said contemptuously: 'You are trying to save your murderous friend's life.'
'You know that isn't so.'
The Senator drew himself up. 'Enough of this,' he said and turned the door-knob.
Ned Beaumont said: 'Step on the sidewalk with that gun in your pocket and I'll arrest you.'
Janet Henry wailed: 'Oh, Father!'
The Senator and Ned Beaumont stood staring into each other's eyes, both breathing audibly.
The Senator was the first to speak. He addressed his daughter: 'Will you leave us for a few minutes, my dear? There are things I should like to say to Mr. Beaumont.'
She looked questioningly at Ned Beaumont. He nodded. 'Yes,' she told her father, 'if you won't go out before I've seen you again.'
He smiled and said: 'You shall see me.'
The two men watched her walk away down the hall, turn to the left with a glance thrown back at them, and vanish through a doorway.
The Senator said ruefully: 'I'm afraid you've not had so good an influence on my daughter as you should. She isn't usually so—ah—headstrong.'
Ned Beaumont smiled apologetically, but did not speak.
The Senator asked: 'How long has this been going on?'
'You mean our digging into the murder? Only a day or two for me. Your daughter's been at it from the beginning. She's always thought Paul did it.'
'What?' The Senator's mouth remained open.
'She's always thought he did it. Didn't you know? She hates him like poison—always has.'
'Hates him?' the Senator gasped. 'My God, no!'
Ned Beaumont nodded and smiled curiously at the man against the door. 'Didn't you know that?'
The Senator blew his breath out sharply. 'Come in here,' he said and led the way into the dim room where Ned Beaumont and Janet Henry had hidden. The Senator switched on the lights while Ned Beaumont was shutting the door. Then they faced one another, both standing.
'I want to talk to you as man to man, Mr. Beaumont,' the Senator began. 'We can forget your'—he smiled—'official connections, can't we?'
Ned Beaumont nodded. 'Yes. Farr's probably forgotten them too.'
'Exactly. Now, Mr. Beaumont, I am not a blood-thirsty man, but I'm damned if I can bear the thought of my son's murderer walking around free and unpunished when—'
'I told you they'll have to pick him up. They can't get out of it. The evidence is too strong and everybody knows it.'
The Senator smiled again, icily. 'You are surely not trying to tell me, as one practicing politician to another, that Paul Madvig is in any danger of being punished for anything he might do in this city?'
'I am. Paul's sunk. They're double-crossing him. The only thing that's holding them up is that they're used to jumping when he cracks the whip and they need a little time to gather courage.'
Senator Henry smiled and shook his head. 'You'll allow me to disagree with you? And to point out the fact that I've been in politics more years than you've lived?'
'Sure.'
'Then I can assure you that they never will get the necessary amount of courage, no matter how much time they're given. Paul is their boss and, despite possible temporary rebellions, he will remain their boss.'
'It doesn't look like we'll agree on that,' Ned Beaumont said. 'Paul's sunk.' He frowned. 'Now about this gun business. That's no good. You'd better give it to me.' He held out his hand.
