THE FINANCIER 
the chest expansion of either, nor did he convey the sense of 
ruddy blood which was obvious in the others. By com- 
parison he was rather a small man—five feet nine inches, 
to Mollenhauer's six feet and Butler's five feet eleven 
inches and a half. His face was smooth, with a receding 
jaw, which was not as impressive as this pugnacious fea- 
ture in the other two. His eyes were not as frank as those 
of Mr. Butler, nor as defiant as those of Mr. Mollenhauer; 
but for subtlety they were unmatched by either—deep, 
strange, receding, cavernous eyes which contemplated you 
as might those of a cat looking out of a dark hole, and sug- 
gestive of all the artfulness that ever distinguished the 
feline family. He had a strange mop of black hair sweep- 
ing down over a fine, low, white forehead, and a skin as 
pale and bluish as poor health might make it; but there 
was, nevertheless, resident here a strange, resistant, capa- 
ble force that ruled men by the force of political ideas 
—the subtlety with which he knew how to feed cupidity 
with hope and gain and the ruthlessness with which he 
repaid those who said him nay. He was a still man, as 
such a man might well have been—feeble and fish-like 
in his hand-shake, wan and slightly lackadaisical in his 
smile, but speaking always with eyes that answered for 
every defect. Mr. Mollenhauer had the profoundest 
respect for him; and he was a strong man, from whom 
only strong men could win acknowledgment. Butler 
scarcely understood him, but realized that he was power- 
ful, and in a close political game could be thoroughly re- 
lied upon. Butler knew that his own sincerity was ap- 
preciated by Simpson, and Simpson believed that Butler 
was well worth while in a city which was honored by the 
presence of Mr. Mollenhauer. 
"Av'nin', Mark, I'm glad to see you," was Butler's 
greeting. 
"How are you, Edward?" came the quiet reply. 
" Well, Senator, you're not looking any the worse for 
wear. Can I pour you something?" 
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