The Colonel swung about and closed his eyes, puffing unconcernedly at his cigar.
"I think," he remarked mildly, "that you'd better leave me out of this. Vengeance is not in my line. I'll have to leave that part to you and Mr. Phillips here."
"What do you say, Phillips?" demanded Wilkinson.
"Impeachment," answered Phillips.
"Can it be done?"
"Easy as rolling off a log."
"Good—good as far as it goes; but it don't go far enough. We want to be as hard as we can."
"I think that can be arranged without trouble, too."
"How will we get him?"
"Suppose you leave that to me. You'll back me up?"
Wilkinson clenched his fist.
"Go the limit, Phillips—I'll back you up. The traitor! And to think that this man Beekman might have had anything he wanted."
"The Reporter and the Star will back me, t
