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At
the
club
,
when
the
four
men
were
seated
at
a
small
table
in
the
round
window
of
the
main
room
,
Lyman
’
s
popularity
with
all
classes
was
very
apparent
.
Hardly
a
man
entered
that
did
not
call
out
a
salutation
to
him
,
some
even
coming
over
to
shake
his
hand
.
He
seemed
to
be
every
man
’
s
friend
,
and
to
all
he
seemed
equally
genial
.
His
affability
,
even
to
those
whom
he
disliked
,
was
unfailing
.
“
See
that
fellow
yonder
,
”
he
said
to
Magnus
,
indicating
a
certain
middle
-
aged
man
,
flamboyantly
dressed
,
who
wore
his
hair
long
,
who
was
afflicted
with
sore
eyes
,
and
the
collar
of
whose
velvet
coat
was
sprinkled
with
dandruff
,
“
that
’
s
Hartrath
,
the
artist
,
a
man
absolutely
devoid
of
even
the
commonest
decency
.
How
he
got
in
here
is
a
mystery
to
me
.
”
Yet
,
when
this
Hartrath
came
across
to
say
“
How
do
you
do
”
to
Lyman
,
Lyman
was
as
eager
in
his
cordiality
as
his
warmest
friend
could
have
expected
.
“
Why
the
devil
are
you
so
chummy
with
him
,
then
?
”
observed
Harran
when
Hartrath
had
gone
away
.
Lyman
’
s
explanation
was
vague
.
The
truth
of
the
matter
was
,
that
Magnus
’
s
oldest
son
was
consumed
by
inordinate
ambition
.
Political
preferment
was
his
dream
,
and
to
the
realisation
of
this
dream
popularity
was
an
essential
.
Every
man
who
could
vote
,
blackguard
or
gentleman
,
was
to
be
conciliated
,
if
possible
.
He
made
it
his
study
to
become
known
throughout
the
entire
community
—
to
put
influential
men
under
obligations
to
himself
.
He
never
forgot
a
name
or
a
face
.
With
everybody
he
was
the
hail
-
fellow
-
well
-
met
.
His
ambition
was
not
trivial
.
In
his
disregard
for
small
things
,
he
resembled
his
father
.
Municipal
office
had
no
attraction
for
him
.
His
goal
was
higher
.
He
had
planned
his
life
twenty
years
ahead
.
Already
Sheriff
’
s
Attorney
,
Assistant
District
Attorney
and
Railroad
Commissioner
,
he
could
,
if
he
desired
,
attain
the
office
of
District
Attorney
itself
.
Just
now
,
it
was
a
question
with
him
whether
or
not
it
would
be
politic
to
fill
this
office
.
Would
it
advance
or
sidetrack
him
in
the
career
he
had
outlined
for
himself
?
Lyman
wanted
to
be
something
better
than
District
Attorney
,
better
than
Mayor
,
than
State
Senator
,
or
even
than
member
of
the
United
States
Congress
.
He
wanted
to
be
,
in
fact
,
what
his
father
was
only
in
name
—
to
succeed
where
Magnus
had
failed
.
He
wanted
to
be
governor
of
the
State
.
He
had
put
his
teeth
together
,
and
,
deaf
to
all
other
considerations
,
blind
to
all
other
issues
,
he
worked
with
the
infinite
slowness
,
the
unshakable
tenacity
of
the
coral
insect
to
this
one
end
.
After
luncheon
was
over
,
Lyman
ordered
cigars
and
liqueurs
,
and
with
the
three
others
returned
to
the
main
room
of
the
club
.
However
,
their
former
place
in
the
round
window
was
occupied
.
A
middle
-
aged
man
,
with
iron
grey
hair
and
moustache
,
who
wore
a
frock
coat
and
a
white
waistcoat
,
and
in
some
indefinable
manner
suggested
a
retired
naval
officer
,
was
sitting
at
their
table
smoking
a
long
,
thin
cigar
.
At
sight
of
him
,
Presley
became
animated
.
He
uttered
a
mild
exclamation
:
“
Why
,
isn
’
t
that
Mr
.
Cedarquist
?
”
“
Cedarquist
?
”
repeated
Lyman
Derrick
.
“
I
know
him
well
.
Yes
,
of
course
,
it
is
,
”
he
continued
.
“
Governor
,
you
must
know
him
.
He
is
one
of
our
representative
men
.
You
would
enjoy
talking
to
him
.
He
was
the
head
of
the
big
Atlas
Iron
Works
.
They
have
shut
down
recently
,
you
know
.
Not
failed
exactly
,
but
just
ceased
to
be
a
paying
investment
,
and
Cedarquist
closed
them
out
.
He
has
other
interests
,
though
.
He
’
s
a
rich
man
—
a
capitalist
.
”
Lyman
brought
the
group
up
to
the
gentleman
in
question
and
introduced
them
.
“
Mr
.
Magnus
Derrick
,
of
course
,
”
observed
Cedarquist
,
as
he
took
the
Governor
’
s
hand
.
“
I
’
ve
known
you
by
repute
for
some
time
,
sir
.
This
is
a
great
pleasure
,
I
assure
you
.
”
Then
,
turning
to
Presley
,
he
added
:
“
Hello
,
Pres
,
my
boy
.
How
is
the
great
,
the
very
great
Poem
getting
on
?
”
“
It
’
s
not
getting
on
at
all
,
sir
,
”
answered
Presley
,
in
some
embarrassment
,
as
they
all
sat
down
.
“
In
fact
,
I
’
ve
about
given
up
the
idea
.
There
’
s
so
much
interest
in
what
you
might
call
’
living
issues
’
down
at
Los
Muertos
now
,
that
I
’
m
getting
further
and
further
from
it
every
day
.
