Seeing that Dalton was immovable in his championship of Clarendon,
the malcontents, medical dogmatists, and ward-heelers turned their
attention to the state legislature; lining up the anti-Clarendonists
and the governor's old enemies with great shrewdness, and preparing to
launch a law--with a veto-proof majority--transferring the authority
for minor institutional appointments from the chief executive to the
various boards or commissions concerned. In the furtherance of this measure no lobbyist was more active than
Clarendon's chief assistant, Dr. Jones. Jealous of his superior from
the first, he now saw an opportunity for turning matters to his liking;
and he thanked fate for the circumstance--responsible indeed for his
present position--of his relationship to the chairman of the prison
board. The new law, if passed, would certainly mean the removal of
Clarendon and the appointment of himself in his stead; so, mindful of
his own interest, he worked hard for it. Jones was all that Clarendon
was not--a natural politician and sycophantic opportunist who served
his own advancement first and science only incidentally. He was poor,
and avid for salaried position, quite in contrast to the wealthy and
independent savant he sought to displace. So with a rat-like cunning
and persistence he labored to undermine the great biologist above him,
and was one day rewarded by the news that the new law was passed. Thenceforward the governor was powerless to make appointments to the
state institutions, and the medical directorship of San Quentin lay at
the disposal of the prison board. Of all this legislative turmoil Clarendon was singularly oblivious. Wrapped wholly in matters of administration and research, he was blind
to the treason of "that ass Jones" who worked by his side, and deaf to
all the gossip of the warden's office. He had never in his life read
the newspapers, and the banishment of Dalton from his house cut off
his last real link with the world of outside events. With the naïveté
of a recluse, he at no time thought of his position as insecure. In
view of Dalton's loyalty, and of his forgiveness of even the greatest
wrongs, as shown in his dealings with the elder Clarendon who had
crushed his father to death on the stock exchange, the possibility of a
gubernatorial dismissal was, of course, out of the question; nor could
the doctor's political ignorance envisage a sudden shift of power which
might place the matter of retention or dismissal in very different
hands. Thereupon he merely smiled with satisfaction when Dalton left
for Sacramento; convinced that his place in San Quentin and his
sister's place in his household were alike secure from disturbance. He
was accustomed to having what he wanted, and fancied his luck was still
holding out. The first week in March, a day or so after the enactment of the new
law, the chairman of the prison board called at San Quentin. Clarendon
was out, but Dr. Jones was glad to show the august visitor--his own
uncle, incidentally--through the great infirmary, including the fever
ward made so famous by press and panic. By this time converted against
his will to Clarendon's belief in the fever's non-contagiousness,
Jones smilingly assured his uncle that nothing was to be feared, and
encouraged him to inspect the patients in detail--especially a ghastly
skeleton, once a very giant of bulk and vigor, who was, he insinuated,
slowly and painfully dying because Clarendon would not administer the
proper medicine. "Do you mean to say," cried the chairman, "that Dr. Clarendon refuses
to let the man have what he needs, knowing his life could be saved?" "Just that," snapped Dr. Jones, pausing as the door opened to admit
none other than Clarendon himself. Clarendon nodded coldly to Jones and
surveyed the visitor, whom he did not know, with disapproval. "Dr. Jones, I thought you knew this case was not to be disturbed at
all. And haven't I said that visitors aren't to be admitted except by
special permission?" But the chairman interrupted before his nephew could introduce him. "Pardon me, Dr. Clarendon, but am I to understand that you refuse to
give this man the medicine that would save him?" Clarendon glared coldly, and rejoined with steel in his voice. "That's an impertinent question, sir. I am in authority here, and
visitors are not allowed. Please leave the room at once." The chairman, his sense of drama secretly tickled, answered with
greater pomp and hauteur than were necessary. "You mistake me, sir! I, not you, am master here. You are addressing
the chairman of the prison board. I must say, moreover, that I deem
your activity a menace to the welfare of the prisoners, and must
request your resignation. Henceforth Dr. Jones will be in charge, and
if you wish to remain until your formal dismissal you will take your
orders from him." It was Wilfred Jones's great moment. Life never gave him another such
climax, and we need not grudge him this one. After all he was a small
rather than a bad man, and he had only obeyed a small man's code of
looking to himself at all costs. Clarendon stood still, gazing at the
speaker as if he thought him mad, till in another second the look of
triumph on Dr. Jones's face convinced him that something important was
indeed afoot. He was icily courteous as he replied. "No doubt you are what you claim to be, sir. But fortunately my
appointment came from the governor of the state, and can therefore be
revoked only by him." The chairman and his nephew both stared perplexedly, for they had not
realized to what lengths unworldly ignorance can go. Then the older
man, grasping the situation, explained at some length. "Had I found that the current reports did you an injustice," he
concluded, "I would have deferred action; but the case of this poor man
and your own arrogant manner left me no choice. As it is----"

But Dr. Clarendon interrupted with a new razor-sharpness in his voice. "As it is, I am the director in charge at present, and I ask you to
leave this room at once." The chairman reddened and exploded. "Look here, sir, who do you think you're talking to? I'll have you
chucked out of here--damn your impertinence!" But he had time only to finish the sentence. Transformed by the insult
to a sudden dynamo of hate, the slender scientist launched out with
both fists in a burst of preternatural strength of which no one would
have thought him capable. And if his strength was preternatural, his
accuracy of aim was no less so; for not even a champion of the ring
could have wrought a neater result. Both men--the chairman and Dr.
Jones--were squarely hit; the one full in the face and the other on the
point of the chin. Going down like felled trees, they lay motionless
and unconscious on the floor; while Clarendon, now clear and completely
master of himself, took his hat and cane and went out to join Surama
in the launch. Only when seated in the moving boat did he at last give
audible vent to the frightful rage that consumed him.