"Mr.Nelson," he said, "do you intend to push that case ?" "Of course," smiled Nelson.

"After I've finished four hundred indictments that precede it." "Not till then ?" "No." "Mr.Nelson, can't you overlook politics for a moment, and think of--" "Who said anything of politics ?" interrupted Nelson, "I merely tell you there are indictments which have been in my office for five years and are yet to be tried, and that your case is going to take its turn." Nelson passed into the back room, leaving his caller alone.
Peter left the room, and passed out of the front door, just as a man was about to ring the bell.
"Is Mr.Nelson in ?" asked the man.
"I have just left him, Mr.Dummer," said Peter.
"Ah! Good-evening, Mr.Stirling.I think I can guess your business.
Well.

How do you come on ?" Dummer was obviously laughing internally.
Peter started down the steps without answering.
"Perhaps I can help you ?" said Dummer.

"I know Mr.Nelson very well in politics, and so does Mr.Bohlmann.If you'll tell me what you are after, I'll try to say a good word for you ?" "I don't need your help, thank you," said Peter calmly.
"Good," said Dummer.

"You think a briefless lawyer of thirty can go it alone, do you, even against the whole city government ?" "I know I have not influence enough to get that case pushed, Mr.Dummer, but the law is on my side, and I'm not going to give up yet." "Well, what are you going to do about it ?" said Dummer, sneeringly.
"Fight," said Peter, walking away.
He went back to his office, and sitting at his desk, wrote a formal letter to the District Attorney, calling his attention to the case, and asking information as to when it would be brought to trial.