More than once he protested hotly, "You
shouldn't have done that! It's all their affair, not ours!"
And Billie usually returned, just as warmly, "I don't care! I think
Powart is a scoundrel!" And it was in the midst of one of these
tiffs that the doctor interrupted, exactly as though the telepathy
was telephony:
"Quiet, you two. Fort has called at the prison, and is being
introduced to young Ernol. He--"
"I've been talking with your father," Fort was saying to the son.
The guard had left them alone in the cell. "But he isn't interested
in my ideas. He seems to think he's done all that needs to be done
in getting himself imprisoned."
The boy nodded. "He considers himself a martyr, Mr. Fort; and I
guess he's satisfied like everybody else." He spoke bitterly.
All Fort's own youthful enthusiasm returned with a rush. "You're
just the chap I'm looking for! If you're genuinely ambitious to do
the people a great service, now's your chance!"
And he went on to tell the boy about Powart's frame-up.
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