He laughed again and delved in his drawer.
"That is something of the power of direct methods, when applied in only half pint packages; here is something of the honor and respect in which men, who deal in directness are held. Here are a few letters to me, begging favors, thanking me, fawning on me—from politicians, governors, national figures, collectors and disbursers of campaign purses. Would you like to look at them?" He offered them to the girl beside Bane.
She shook her head. She was biting her lips and trembling; her cheeks were chalk white. Bane watched her.
"You doubt their authenticity?" Cawder challenged her.
Again she shook her head; and Cawder glanced at Bane. He wanted to help Bane with her and he was aware that he was not making much headway. He said, "I remember, your father is an important politician in his state."
"That's enough of that," put in Bane, suddenly defending her.
"Oh, all right," agreed Cawder, confirming
