can put out the present government as easily as it put it in."
"But why should Saul Hartz want a war with China?" persisted the mild voice.
"Labor is getting out of hand. And he thinks it may do good all round—buck up trade, keep up prices, get the country and the colonies to pull together, and so on."
"There may be something in it."
"I don't think so, Jennings," said Sir Munt. "We've got to look ahead. If we get monkeying with China, the next thing on the tapis—so says Mr. Endor, and he sees as far through a brick wall as most, does that jockey—will be trouble between America and Japan."
"Is that going to matter?" inquired a second Imperialist.
"We can't afford to let Japan go under," said Sir Munt sternly. "Our commitments in that quarter are too deep."
"A thousand pities, it seems to me," interposed the slow dry voice of the manager of the National Bank, "that America ever jacked up the League of Nations. Seems to me that the world missed one of the opportunities that can never recur."
"Mr. Thorp, I'm with you there." Sir Munt sighed heavily. "And she's thought so, too, more than once, I'll bet a dollar. However, there it is. And here's the situation we've got to look at now. Every vote given for the Colonial gentleman is a vote for the U. P.
