VI
THREE days later Shackwell was summoned by telephone to the
Governor's office in the Capitol. There had been, in the interval,
no communication between the two men, and the papers had been silent
or non-committal.
In the lobby Shackwell met Fleetwood leaving the building. For a
moment the Attorney-General seemed about to speak; then he nodded
and passed on, leaving to Shackwell the impression of a face more
than ever thrust forward like a weapon.
The Governor sat behind his desk in the clear autumn sunlight. In
contrast to Fleetwood he seemed relaxed and unwieldy, and the face
he turned to his friend had a gray look of convalescence. Shackwell
wondered, with a start of apprehension, if he and Fleetwood had been
together.
He relieved himself of his overcoat without speaking, and when he
turned again toward Mornway he was surprised to find the latter
watching him with a smile.
"It's good to see you, Hadley," the Governor said.
"I waited to be sent for; I knew you'd let me know when you wanted
me," Shackwell replied.
"I didn't send for you on purpose. If I had, I might have asked your
advice, and I didn't want to ask anybody's advice but my own." The
Governor spoke steadily, but in a voice a trifle too well
disciplined to be natural. "I've had a three days' conference with
myself," he continued, "and now that everything is settled I want
you to do me a favor."
"Yes?" Shackwell assented. The private issues of the affair were
still wrapped in mystery to him, but he had never had a moment's
doubt as to its public solution, and he had no difficulty in
conjecturing the nature of the service he was to render. His heart
ached for Mornway, but he was glad the inevitable step was to be
taken without further delay.
"Everything is settled," the Governor repeated, "and I want you to
notify the press that I have decided to reappoint Fleetwood."
Shackwell bounded from his seat. "Good heavens!" he ejaculated.
"To reappoint Fleetwood," the Governor repeated, "because at the
present juncture of affairs he is the only man for the place. The
work we began together is not finished, and I can't finish it
without him. Remember the vistas opened by the Lead Trust
investigation--he knows where they lead and no one else does. We
must put that inquiry through, no matter what it costs us, and that
is why I have sent for you to take this letter to the 'Spy.'"
Shackwell's hand drew back from the proffered envelope.
"You say you don't want my advice, but you can't expect me to go on
such an errand with my eyes shut. What on earth are you driving at?
Of course Fleetwood will persist in refusing."
Mornway smiled. "He did persist--for three hours. But when he left
here just now he had given me his word to accept."
Shackwell groaned. "Then I am dealing with two madmen instead of
one."
The Governor laughed. "My poor Hadley, you're worse than I expected.
I thought you would understand me."
"Understand you? How can I, in heaven's name, when I don't
understand the situation?
"The situation--the situation?" Mornway repeated slowly. "Whose? His
or mine? I don't either--I haven't had time to think of them."
"What on earth have you been thinking of then?"
The Governor rose, with a gesture toward the window, through which,
below the slope of the Capitol grounds, the roofs and steeples of
the city spread their smoky mass to the mild air.
"Of all that is left," he said. "Of everything except Fleetwood and
myself."
"Ah--" Shackwell murmured.
Mornway turned back and sank into his seat. "Don't you see that was
all I had to turn to? The State--the country--it's big enough, in
all conscience, to fill a good deal of a void! My own walls had
grown too cramped for me, so I just stepped outside. You have no
idea how it simplified matters at once. All I had to do was to say
to myself: 'Go ahead, and do the best you can for the country.' The
personal issue simply didn't exist."
"Yes--and then?"
"Then I turned over for three days this question of the
Attorney-Generalship. I couldn't see that it was changed--how should
_my_feelings have affected it? Fleetwood hasn't betrayed the State.
There isn't a scar on his public record--he is still the best man
for the place. My business is to appoint the best man I can find,
and I can't find any one as good as Fleetwood."
"But--but--your wife?" Shackwell stammered.
The Governor looked up with surprise. Shackwell could almost have
sworn that he had indeed forgotten the private issue.
"My wife is ready to face the consequences," he said.
Shackwell returned to his former attitude of incredulity.
"But Fleetwood? Fleetwood has no right to sacrifice--"
"To sacrifice my wife to the State? Oh, let us beware of big words.
Fleetwood was inclined to use them at first, but I managed to
restore his sense of proportion. I showed him that our private lives
are only a few feet square anyhow, and that really, to breathe
freely, one must get out of them into the open." He paused and broke
out with sudden violence, "My God, Hadley, didn't you see that
Fleetwood had to obey me?"
"Yes--I see that," said Shackwell, with reviving obstinacy. "But if
you've reached such a height and pulled him up to your side it seems
to me that from that standpoint you ought to get an even clearer
view of the madness of your position. You say you have decided to
sacrifice your own feelings and your wife's--though I'm not so sure
of your right to dispose of _her_voice in the matter; but what if
you sacrifice the party and the State as well, in this
transcendental attempt to distinguish between private and public
honor? You'll have to answer that before you can get me to carry
this letter."
The Governor did not blanch under the attack.
"I think the letter will answer you," he said calmly.
"The letter?"
"Yes. It's something more than a notification of Fleetwood's
reappointment." Mornway paused and looked steadily at his friend.
"You're afraid of an investigation--an impeachment? Well, the letter
anticipates that."
"How, in heaven's name?"
"By a plain statement of the facts. My wife has told me that she did
borrow of Fleetwood. He speculated for her and made a considerable
sum, out of which she repaid his loan. The 'Spy's' accusation is
true. If it can be proved that my wife induced me to appoint
Fleetwood, it may be argued that she sold him the appointment. But
it can't be proved, and the 'Spy' won't waste its breath in trying
to, because my statement will take the sting out of its innuendoes.
I propose to anticipate its attack by setting forth the facts in its
columns, and asking the public to decide between us. On one side is
the private fact that my wife, without my knowledge, borrowed money
from Fleetwood just before I appointed him to an important post; on
the other side is his public record and mine. I want people to see
both sides and judge between them, not in the red glare of a
newspaper denunciation, but in the plain daylight of common-sense.
Charges against the private morality of a public man are usually
made in such a blare of headlines and cloud of mud-throwing that the
voice he lifts up in his defence can not make itself heard. In this
case I want the public to hear what I have to say before the yelping
begins. My letter will take the wind out of the 'Spy's' sails, and
if the verdict goes against me, the case will have been decided on
its own merits, and not at the dictation of the writers of scare
heads. Even if I don't gain my end, it will be a good thing, for
once, for the public to consider dispassionately how far a private
calamity should be allowed to affect a career of public usefulness,
and the next man who goes through what I am undergoing may have
cause to thank me if no one else does."
Shackwell sat silent for a moment, with the ring of the last words
in his ears.
Suddenly he rose and held out his hand. "Give me the letter," he
said.
The Governor caught him up with a kindling eye. "It's all right,
then? You see, and you'll take it?"
Shackwell met his glance with one of melancholy interrogation. "I
think I see a magnificent suicide, but it's the kind of way I
shouldn't mind dying myself."
He pulled himself silently into his coat and put the letter into one
of its pockets, but as he was turning to the door the Governor
called after him cheerfully: "By the way, Hadley, aren't you and
Mrs. Shackwell giving a big dinner to-morrow?"
Shackwell paused with a start. "I believe we are--why?"
"Because, if there is room for two more, my wife and I would like to
be invited."
Shackwell nodded his assent and turned away without answering. As he
came out of the lobby into the clear sunset radiance he saw a
victoria drive up the long sweep to the Capitol and pause before the
central portion. He descended the steps, and Mrs. Mornway leaned
from her furs to greet him.
"I have called for my husband," she said, smiling. "He promised to
get away in time for a little turn in the Park before dinner."
