A subject that for some unexplained reason frequently lodged in Haines’ mind was that of the apparent assiduity with which Mrs. Spangler cultivated Senator Langdon’s friendship.  For several years she had occupied a high social position at the capital, he well knew, but various indefinite, intangible rumors he had heard, he could not state exactly where, had made him regret her growing intimacy with the girls and with the Senator.  They had met her through letters of introduction of the most trustworthy and assuring character from people of highest social rank in Virginia, where the Langdons had many friends; but even so, Haines realized, people who write introductory letters are sometimes thoughtless in considering all the circumstances of the parties they introduce, and residents of Virginia who had not been in the capital for years might be forgiven for not knowing of all the more recent developments in the lives of those they knew in Washington.  While not wishing to have the Senator know of his intention, the secretary determined to investigate Mrs. Spangler and her present mode of life at his first opportunity, hoping the while that his quest would reveal her to be what the Langdons considered her—­a widow of wealth, fashion and reserve who resided at the capital because the memories of her late husband, a former Congressman of high standing, were associated with it.

Calling at the Langdons’ house one evening in February to receive directions regarding important work for the next day, Haines was somewhat puzzled at the peculiar smile on the Senator’s face.  Answering the secretary’s look of inquiry, the Mississippian said: 

“I’ve been told that I can name the new holder of a five-thousand-dollar-a-year position in the Department of Commerce and Labor, and that if I have no one in particular from my State to name—­that—­that you would be a good man for the job.  First I was glad for your sake, my boy, for if you wanted it you could have the position.  But on thinking it over it seemed there might be something behind it not showing on the surface.”

“It’s a trick,” said Haines.  “Who made the offer?”

“Senator Stevens.”

“I might have known,” hotly responded the secretary.  “There’s a crowd that wants you and me separated.  Thought this bait too much for me to resist, did they?” Then he paused, rubbing his fingers through his hair in a perplexed manner.  “Strange, isn’t it, Senator, that a man of your party is offered this desirable piece of patronage, entirely unsolicited on your part, from the administration of another, a different political party?  Especially when that other party has so many hungry would-be ‘tax eaters’ clamoring to enter the ’land of milk and honey.’  I think Stevens deliberately—­”

“There, there, Bud,” broke in Langdon, “you mustn’t say anything against Senator Stevens to me.  True, he associates with some folks I don’t approve of, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything wrong, and I myself have always found him thoroughly honest.”