"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."
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