Forty-eight hours were indeed necessary for John Endor to make up his mind. A big decision confronted him. Even if he were given the Home Office on his own terms, and he had promptly decided that he would take it on no other, it was certain that, with the full weight of the U. P. against him, he would have a terriffic fight to hold his seat. Moreover, if he managed to retain it, and faced with "the machine," the chances were that he would not, within a few months a general election was due, and he would have to fight again.
Brief study of the tactical position, combined with a little analysis of Slippery Sam's fair-seeming offer soon brought him perilously near the truth. A by-election in such a constituency as East Blackhampton would be a ballon d'essai, a try-out, a testing of the ice. The astute personage who dangled this lure of office would risk little. If a tyro, a comparative free lance, new to high places, failed to win East Blackhampton, he would be dropped like a hot coal. The
