politics in the organization you are fighting is loyalty. Wait
until--"

"Wait?" she echoed. "How can I? I hate Mr. Carton for--for even
knowing--" she paused just in time to substitute Mr. Murtha for
Mrs. Ogleby--"such men as Mr. Murtha--secretly."

She bit her lip at thus betraying her feelings, but what she had
seen had evidently affected her deeply. It was as though the feet
of her idol had turned to clay.

"Just think it over," urged Kennedy. "Don't be too harsh. Don't do
anything rash. Suspend judgment. You won't regret it."

Kennedy was apparently doing some rapid thinking. "Let me have the
photographs," he asked at length.

"They are in Mr. Carton's office," she answered, as if she would
not soil her hands by touching the filthy things.

We excused ourselves and went into Carton's office.

There they were wrapped up, and across the package was written by
one of the clerks, "Opened by mistake."

Kennedy opened the package again. Sure enough, there were the
photographs--as plain as they could be, the group including
Carton, Mrs. Ogleby, Murtha, and another woman, standing on the
porch of a gabled building in the sunshine, again the four
speeding in a touring car, of which the number could be read