possible. Apparently Cowperwood was not very much 
frightened, for he told her that he had powerful financial 
friends who would appeal to the governor to pardon him 
in case he was convicted; and, anyhow, that he did not 
think that he could be convicted. The evidence was not 
strong enough. He was merely a political scapegoat 
through public clamor and her father's influence; since 
the latter's receipt of the letter about them he had been 
the victim of Butler's enmity, and nothing more. " If it 
weren't for your father, honey," he declared, "I could 
have this indictment quashed in no time. Neither Mollen- 
hauer nor Simpson has anything against me personally, 
I am sure. They want me to get out of the street-rail- 
way business here in Philadelphia, and, of course, they 
wanted to make things look better for Stener at first; 
but depend upon it, if your father hadn't been against 
me they wouldn't have gone to any such length in making 
me the victim. Your father has this fellow Shannon 
and these minor politicians just where he wants them, 
too. That's where the trouble lies. They have to 
go on." 
" Oh, I know," replied Aileen. " It's me, just me, 
that's all. If it weren't for me and what he suspects 
he'd help you in a minute. He wouldn't now any more, 
but he would have. Sometimes, you know, I think I've 
been very bad for you. I don't know what I ought to do. 
If I thought it would help you any I'd not see you any more 
for a while, though I don't see what good that would do 
now. Oh, I love you, love you, Frank! I would do any- 
thing for you. I don't care what people think or say. I 
love you." 
" Oh, you just think you do, petty," he replied, jest- 
ingly. " You'll get over it. There are others. But 
there's no use crying over spilled milk. I don't see what's 
to be done about this right now." 
" Others!" echoed Aileen, resentfully and contemptu- 
ously—she was foolish about this financial genius. "After