had once been his rival for her hand? What might be the effect on
her of any disillusionment, of any ridicule that Langhorne might
artfully heap up? As we left Carton, I shared with Kennedy his
eagerness to get at the truth, now, and win the fight--the two
fights.

"I want to see Miss Ashton, first," remarked Kennedy when we were
outside.

Personally I thought that it was a risky business, but felt that
Kennedy must know best.

When we arrived at the Reform League headquarters, the clerks and
girls had already set to work, and the office was a hive of
industry in the rush of winding up the campaign. Typewriters were
clicking, clippings were being snipped out of a huge stack of
newspapers and pasted into large scrapbooks, circulars were being
folded and made ready to mail for the final appeal.

Carton's office there had been in the centre of the suite. On one
side were the cashier and bookkeeper, the clerical force and the
speakers' bureau, where spellbinders of all degrees were getting
instructions, final tours were being laid out, and reports
received of meetings already held.

On the other side was the press bureau, with its large and active
force, in charge of Miss Ashton.

As we entered we saw Miss Ashton very busy over something. Her
back was toward us, but the moment she turned at hearing us we