days passed, and the influence of Mr. Butler 
proved sufficient to get Mr. Cowperwood the award 
he desired, for after considerable private conversation 
between one person and another here and there he was 
introduced to City Treasurer Julian Bode, who promised 
to introduce him to State Treasurer Van Nostrand (Fred- 
erick), and to see that Mr. Cowperwood's claims to con- 
sideration were put right before the people. "Of course, 
you know," he said to Cowperwood, in the presence of 
Butler, for it was at the latter's home that the conference 
took place, " this banking crowd is very powerful. You 
know who they are. They don't want any interference 
in this bond-issue business. I was talking to Terrence 
Relihan, who represents them up there"—meaning 
Harrisburg, the State capital—"and he says they won't 
stand for it at all. You may have trouble right here in 
Philadelphia after you get it—they're pretty powerful, 
you know. Are you sure just where you can place it?" 
"Yes, I'm sure," replied Cowperwood. 
"Well, the best thing in my judgment is not to say 
anything at all. Just put in your bid. Van Nostrand, 
with the governor's approval, will make the award. We 
can fix the governor, I think. After you get it they may 
talk to you personally; but that's your business." 
Cowperwood smiled his inscrutable smile. There were 
so many ins and outs to this financial life. It was an end- 
less network of underground holes, along which all sorts 
of influences were moving. A little wit, a little nimble- 
ness, a little luck—time and opportunity—these sometimes 
availed. Here he was, through his ambition to get on,