his path. Now, among other things, his enemies would 
have this to throw in his face if they wanted to—and 
they would want to, trust life for that. 
Callum reached his knowledge of the matter in quite 
another manner, but at about the same time. He was a 
member of a very distinguished athletic club which 
had an attractive building in the city, and a fine country 
club, where tennis, cricket, and lacrosse were played. 
It was in the club building in the city, where he went 
occasionally of a week-day evening to enjoy the swim- 
ming-pool and the Turkish bath connected with it, that 
he came into his first knowledge of the situation. Like 
all organizations of this character, the club was divided 
up into cliques and rings of the young bloods. Callum, 
like others, and because of his own and his father's promi- 
nence, had strong friends and enemies. It was rumored 
around this organization some time before Cowperwood 
went to jail that Aileen was connected with him in a 
clandestine manner, and that that was why he was going 
to prison. One of the young men who was exceedingly 
friendly to Callum came to him in the billiard-room one 
evening and said, "Say, Butler, you know I'm a good 
friend of yours, don't you?" 
"Why, certainly, I know it," replied Callum, with that 
bonhomie which characterizes the feeling of young men 
who run together at the age of twenty-seven. "What's 
the matter?" 
"Well, you know," said the young individual—whose 
name was Richard Pethick, and who had an insane desire 
to be associated with the best of the social element 
within his ken—looking at Callum with a look of almost 
strained affection, "I wouldn't come to you with any 
story that I thought would hurt your feelings or that 
you oughtn't to know about, but I do think you ought 
to know about this." He pulled at a high white collar 
which was choking his neck, and straightened his tie, in 
which was located a perfect emerald.