What he discovered I knew no better in the morning than when I
left him, except that he seemed highly elated.

Leisurely he dressed, none the worse for his late work and after
devouring the papers as if there were nothing else in the world so
important, he waited until the middle of the morning before doing
anything further.

"I merely wanted to give Dorgan a chance to get to his office," he
surprised me with, finally. "Come, Walter, I think he must be
there now."

Amazed at his temerity in bearding Dorgan in his very den, I could
do nothing but accompany him, though I much feared it was almost
like inviting homicide.

The Boss's office was full of politicians, for it was now
approaching "dough day," when the purse strings of the
organization were loosed and a flood of potent argument poured
forth to turn the tide of election by the force of the only thing
that talks loud enough for some men to hear. Somehow, Kennedy
managed to see the Boss.

"Mr. Dorgan," began Kennedy quietly, when we were seated alone in
the little Sanctum of the Boss, "you will pardon me if I seem to
be a little slow in coming to the business that has brought me
here this morning. First of all I may say that you probably share
the idea that ever since the days of Daguerre photography has been
regarded as the one infallible means of portraying faithfully any
object, scene, or action. Indeed, a photograph is admitted in