White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1927-09-23
The ReCluSe of Fifth Avenue

been so successful. amused him.
"The trouble with you, McKimber,"
he said, us that you don't under.
stand you are a corpse. Politically,
you are dead and buried. You are not
a rival. Don't flatter yourself to that
extent"
Il tell you," McKimber Numbered,
"all the world shall know what has
passed between u.s."
IF you don't lower your voice, all
the world will hear. You're not a
broadcasting station. Sit down.
sent for you because there's lot I
have TO say which you wouldn't care
to MISS"
Reluctantly, McKimber sank back in
his chair. He was enwrapped by a
certain and unwelcome uneasiness.
The man facing him seemed so secure,
so unconcerned so sure of ultimate
triumph.
"The first thing to tell you," Raxon
began, "is, am going to Washington.
You will quit in my favor and lend
me all your great influence. Naturally
you must have an excuse which seems
a true one. l have 1t all ready pre-
pared. You are too heavy even for
your height, and the pouches under
your eyes are unhealthy signs. You
had better drop out, because your
specialist tells you there is heart and
kidney trouble. I shall refer to the
foot In NV cpnnohnc, with rn.
greet"
McKimber spoke with elaboration.
"They told me you were dangerous,
and l know you are traitor to your
party, but not until this moment did
believe you were absolutely crazy.
They call your sort of madness megalo-
MANIA" McKimber rose to his feet.
1--WE met all sorts of knaves and fools
in politics, but you're the worst yet"
''What senator you would have
nader Raxon commented. 'Do you
suppose l should have talked like this
If I had not been certain you were
harmless, RATHER with his poison
sacs extracted? My success has come
mainly because l understand human
motivation. I'm going to show you
how 1t is that when you leave here 1t
will be to start Raxon boom in your
own city. Sit down, McKimber."
John McKimber, who prided himself
upon taking orders from none, dropped
again into his seat 1t seemed to him
he was talking to Raxon he had not
until now understood. He found him.
self noticing what q cruel mouth the
other had, and how in those brown
eyes were little flecks of red. Paul
Raxon gazed at him as an executioner
might stare at prisoner delivered to
him for death. McKimber knew that
he had been holding too cheaply one
who had dynamic and evil person
atty.
IF I stay" he said huskily, ut will
be to hear you give away more secrets
about youself. Perhaps l shall learn
by what trickery you got this place,
and how it was you sent Hazen Brew
err to his grave"
II got this place." said Raxon with
his old urbanlty, "as have got every
thing else In my life, by using men
as tools. I studied men and found
them pugnacious noisy, and vain. 1t
was hard to influence them by my
subdued personality, even though l
had the right on my side. l do not
mix we'll. knew that had to be over
come. In other words, I determined
to develop something to make up for
1t. My success has come from finding,
almost unerrlngly, the weak spot in
every mans makeup. got my chance
at international Motors by finding out
so much of Brewers life in London
that he was forced to take me in to
protect himself"
you're a id blackmailer," Nc
Kimber cried hoarsely.
II am" Raxon agreed. "The phrase
does not offend me in the least. Why
should it? Is there any more power
full weapon? Most traitors in the
great war were forced into espionage
because the enemy threatened ex-
posture as the price Of refusal. In the
drawer before me are two articles.
One is an automatic pistol" Raxon
opened the drawer and put the
weapon on the writing table at which
he sat. II am not going to threaten you
with it. That is old-fashioned, stupid
stuff. l am merely reminding you
have 1t at hand If you should at
tack me-"
There was undisguised amazement
in the bigger mans voice.
"Attack you? What for?"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)