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Owen
thought
he
could
see
Cowperwood
's
approaching
doom
quite
plainly
.
At
that
moment
the
door-bell
rang
.
A
maid
,
in
the
absence
of
the
footman
,
brought
in
the
name
of
Senator
Simpson
.
"
Just
the
man
,
"
said
Mollenhauer
.
"
Show
him
up
.
You
can
see
what
he
thinks
.
"
"
Perhaps
I
had
better
leave
you
alone
now
,
"
suggested
Owen
to
his
father
.
"
Perhaps
I
can
find
Miss
Caroline
,
and
she
will
sing
for
me
.
I
'll
wait
for
you
,
father
,
"
he
added
.
Mollenhauer
cast
him
an
ingratiating
smile
,
and
as
he
stepped
out
Senator
Simpson
walked
in
.
A
more
interesting
type
of
his
kind
than
Senator
Mark
Simpson
never
flourished
in
the
State
of
Pennsylvania
,
which
has
been
productive
of
interesting
types
.
Contrasted
with
either
of
the
two
men
who
now
greeted
him
warmly
and
shook
his
hand
,
he
was
physically
unimpressive
.
He
was
small
--
five
feet
nine
inches
,
to
Mollenhauer
's
six
feet
and
Butler
's
five
feet
eleven
inches
and
a
half
,
and
then
his
face
was
smooth
,
with
a
receding
jaw
.
In
the
other
two
this
feature
was
prominent
.
Nor
were
his
eyes
as
frank
as
those
of
Butler
,
nor
as
defiant
as
those
of
Mollenhauer
;
but
for
subtlety
they
were
unmatched
by
either
--
deep
,
strange
,
receding
,
cavernous
eyes
which
contemplated
you
as
might
those
of
a
cat
looking
out
of
a
dark
hole
,
and
suggesting
all
the
artfulness
that
has
ever
distinguished
the
feline
family
.
He
had
a
strange
mop
of
black
hair
sweeping
down
over
a
fine
,
low
,
white
forehead
,
and
a
skin
as
pale
and
bluish
as
poor
health
might
make
it
;
but
there
was
,
nevertheless
,
resident
here
a
strange
,
resistant
,
capable
force
that
ruled
men
--
the
subtlety
with
which
he
knew
how
to
feed
cupidity
with
hope
and
gain
and
the
ruthlessness
with
which
he
repaid
those
who
said
him
nay
.
He
was
a
still
man
,
as
such
a
man
might
well
have
been
--
feeble
and
fish-like
in
his
handshake
,
wan
and
slightly
lackadaisical
in
his
smile
,
but
speaking
always
with
eyes
that
answered
for
every
defect
.
"
Av
'n
in
'
,
Mark
,
I
'm
glad
to
see
you
,
"
was
Butler
's
greeting
.
"
How
are
you
,
Edward
?
"
came
the
quiet
reply
.
"
Well
,
Senator
,
you
're
not
looking
any
the
worse
for
wear
.
Can
I
pour
you
something
?
"
"
Nothing
to-night
,
Henry
,
"
replied
Simpson
.
"
I
have
n't
long
to
stay
.
I
just
stopped
by
on
my
way
home
.
My
wife
's
over
here
at
the
Cavanaghs
'
,
and
I
have
to
stop
by
to
fetch
her
.
"
"
Well
,
it
's
a
good
thing
you
dropped
in
,
Senator
,
just
when
you
did
,
"
began
Mollenhauer
,
seating
himself
after
his
guest
.
"
Butler
here
has
been
telling
me
of
a
little
political
problem
that
has
arisen
since
I
last
saw
you
.
I
suppose
you
've
heard
that
Chicago
is
burning
?
"
