When they reached the street the senator inquired in a low tone: "Do you think they really believed Rossmore was influenced in his decision ?" Ryder glanced from the lowering clouds overhead to his electric brougham which awaited him at the curb and replied indifferently: "Not they.

They don't care.

All they want to believe is that he is to be impeached.

The man was dangerous and had to be removed--no matter by what means.

He is our enemy--my enemy--and I never give quarter to my enemies!" As he spoke his prognathous jaw snapped to with a click-like sound, and in his eyes now coal-black were glints of fire.