The servant brought in more breakfast. They sat and talked, Maraton
asking many questions concerning the men whom he would meet later in the
day. Then he looked regretfully at the great pile of letters still
before him.

"I shall need a secretary," he said slowly.

Aaron sprang to his feet.

"Take me," he begged. "I have been in a newspaper office. I am slow at
shorthand but I can type like lightning. I will work morning and night.
I want nothing but a little food if I may go about with you and hear you
speak. Oh, take me!"

Maraton smiled.

"You are engaged," he declared. "Go out and hire a typewriter and bring
it here in a cab. You can start at once, I hope?"

"This minute," Aaron agreed, his voice breaking with excitement.

Maraton passed him money and took them both to the door.

"Tell me about to-night?" Julia asked. "Will you go to the Clarion?
Shall you speak?"

Maraton shook his head.

"No. I have written to the men whom I am anxious to meet here, and
asked them to come to me. I should prefer not to speak at all until I