faster than he ever did in his life to keep up with him. He was nearly pinched by the iron door of the elevator as the man slid it shut.
But he was close at Mr. Meredith's heels when he ran into the house. The few senators, having just concluded a perfunctory Monday afternoon session over in their more or less solemn chamber, were bustling into the hall of the house, evidently expecting something of interest to occur. They pressed by the doorkeeper, and as they entered Jamie heard the speaker cry:
"The gentleman from Cook asks unanimous consent to have senate bill 578 taken up out of the regular order, read at large a third time, and put upon its passage. Are there any objections?"
The speaker raised his gavel, waited an instant, and said:
"The chair hears—"
But suddenly a voice beside Jamie rang out like a bugle:
"Object!"
The speaker looked up in amazement. The members of the gang turned about in their seats with startled, guilty faces; the rich gentlemen on the
