that time. There was a great reception-hall, a large 
parlor or drawing-room, a dining-room at least thirty 
feet square paneled in oak; and on the second floor 
were a music-room devoted to the talents of Mollen- 
hauer's three ambitious daughters, a library and private 
office for himself, a boudoir and distinguished bath for 
his wife, and a conservatory. 
Mr. Mollenhauer was, and felt himself to be, a very 
important man. His financial and political judgment 
was exceedingly keen. Although he was a German, or 
rather an American by German parentage, he was a man 
of rather notable American presence. He was tall and 
heavy and shrewd and cold. His large chest and wide 
shoulders supported a head of distinguished proportions, 
both round and long when seen from different angles. 
The frontal bone descended in a protruding curve over 
the nose, and projected solemnly over the eyes. The 
latter burned with a shrewd, inquiring gaze. And the 
nose and mouth and chin below, as well as his smooth, 
hard cheeks, confirmed the impression that he knew 
very well what he wished in this world, and was 
very able without regard to let or hindrance to get it. 
It was a big face, impressive, well modeled. He was an 
excellent friend of Edward Malia Butler's, as such friend- 
ships go, and his regard for Mark Simpson was as sincere 
as that of one tiger for another. He respected ability; 
he was willing to play fair when 'fair was the game. 
When it was not, the reach of his cunning was not 
easily measured. 
When Edward Butler and his son arrived on this Sun- 
day evening, this distinguished representative of one-third 
of the city's interests was not expecting them. He was 
in his library reading and listening to one of his daughters 
playing. His wife and the other two girls, which con- 
stituted his complete ménage, had gone to church. He 
was of a domestic turn of mind Still, Sunday evening 
being an excellent one for conference purposes generally