“What are they that he should set such a price on them?” asked Kennedy, keenly looking from Bennett quickly to Travis.

Travis met his look without flinching.  “They are supposed to be photographs of myself,” he replied slowly.  “One purports to represent me in a group on McLoughlin’s porch at his farm on the south shore of the island, about twenty miles from my place.  As Hanford described it, I am standing between McLoughlin and J. Cadwalader Brown, the trust promoter who is backing McLoughlin to save his investments.  Brown’s hand is on my shoulder and we are talking familiarly.  Another is a picture of Brown, McLoughlin, and myself riding in Brown’s car, and in it Brown and I are evidently on the best of terms.  Oh, there are several of them, all in the same vein.  Now,” he added, and his voice rose with emotion as if he were addressing a cart-tail meeting which must be convinced that there was nothing criminal in riding in a motor-car, “I don’t hesitate to admit that a year or so ago I was not on terms of intimacy with these men, but at least acquainted with them.  At various times, even as late as last spring, I was present at conferences over the presidential outlook in this state, and once I think I did ride back to the city with them.  But I know that there were no pictures taken, and even if there had been I would not care if they told the truth about them.  I have frankly admitted in my speeches that I knew these men, that my knowledge of them and breaking from them is my chief qualification for waging an effective war on them if I am elected.  They hate me cordially.  You know that.  What I do care about is the sworn allegation that now accompanies these—­these fakes.  They were not, could not have been taken after the independent convention that nominated me.  If the photographs were true I would be a fine traitor.  But I haven’t even seen McLoughlin or Brown since last spring.  The whole thing is a—­”

“Lie from start to finish,” put in Bennett emphatically.  “Yes, Travis, we all know that.  I’d quit right now if I didn’t believe in you.  But let us face the facts.  Here is this story, sworn to as Hanford says and apparently acquiesced in by Billy McLoughlin and Cad.  Brown.  What do they care anyhow as long as it is against you?  And there, too, are the pictures themselves—­at least they will be in print or suppressed, according as we act.  Now, you know that nothing could hurt the reform ticket worse than to have an issue like this raised at this time.  We were supposed at least to be on the level, with nothing to explain away.  There may be just enough people to believe that there is some basis for this suspicion to turn the tide against us.  If it were earlier in the campaign I’d say accept the issue, fight it out to a finish, and in the turn of events we should really have the best campaign material.  But it is too late now to expose such a knavish trick of theirs on the Friday before election.  Frankly, I believe discretion is the better part of valour in this case and without abating a jot of my faith in you, Travis, well, I’d pay first and expose the fraud afterward, after the election, at leisure.”