All the King's Men - Robert Penn Warren [86]
“The Supreme Court has ruled–” Hugh Miller began.
“Yeah, and they ruled because I put ’em there to rule it, and they saw what had to be done. Half the things weren’t in the constitution but they are now, by God. And how did they get there? Simply because somebody did ’em.”
The blood began to climb up in Hugh Miller’s face, and he shook his head just a little, just barely, the way a slow animal does when a fly skims by. Then he said, “There’s nothing in the constitution says that Byram B. White can commit a felony with impunity.”
“Hugh,” the Boss began, soft, “don’t you see that Byram doesn’t mean a thing? Not in this situation. What they’re after is to break the administration. They don’t care about Byram, except so far as it’s human nature to hate to think somebody else is getting something when you aren’t. What they care about is undoing what this administration has done. And now is the time to stomp ’em. And when you start out to do something–” he sat up straight in the chair now, with his hands on the overstuffed sides, and thrust his head forward at Hugh Miller–“you got to use what you’ve got. You got to use fellows like Byram, and Tiny Duffy, and that scum down in the Legislature. You can’t make bricks without straw, and most of the time all the straw you got is secondhand straw from the cowpen. And if you think you can make it any different, you’re crazy as a hoot owl.”
Hugh Miller straightened his shoulders a little. He did not look at the Boss but at the wall beyond the Boss. “I am offering my resignation as Attorney General,” he said. “You will have it in writing, by messenger, in the morning.”
“You took a long time to do it,” the Boss said softly. “A long time, Hugh. What made you take such a long time?”
Hugh Miller didn’t answer, but he did move his gaze from the wall to the Boss’s face.
“I’ll tell you, Hugh,” the Boss said. “You sat in you law office fifteen years and watched the sons-of-bitches warm chairs in this state and not do a thing, and the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. Then I came along and slipped a Louisville Slugger in your hand and whispered low, ‘You want to step in there and lay round you a little? And you did. You had a wonderful time. You made the fur fly and you put nine tin-horn grafters in the pen. But you never touched what was behind ’em. The law isn’t made for that. All you can do about that is take the damned government away from the behind guys and keep it away from ’em. Whatever way you can. You know that down in your heart. You want to keep your Harvard hands clean, but way down in your heart you know I’m telling the truth, and you’re asking the benefit of somebody getting his little patties potty-black. You know you’re welching if you pull out. That,” he said, softer than ever, and leaned toward Hugh Miller, peering up at him. “is why it took you so long to do it. To pull out.”
Hugh Miller looked down at him a half minute, down into the beefy upturned face and the steady protruding eyes. There was a shadowed, puzzled expression on Hugh Miller’s face, as though he were trying to read something in a bad light, or in a foreign language he didn’t know very well. Then he said, “My mind is made up.”
“I know your mind’s made up,” the Boss said. “I know I couldn’t change your mind, Hugh.” He stood up in front of his chair, hitched his trousers up, the way a fellow has to who is putting it on some around the middle, and sock-footed over to Hugh Miller. “Too bad,” he said. “You and me make quite a team. Your brains and my brawn.”
Hugh Miller gave something which resembled an incipient smile.
“No hard feelings?” the Boss said, and stuck out his hand.
Hugh Miller took it.
“If you don’t give up likker, you might drop in and have a drink with me some time,” the Boss said. “I won’t talk politics.”
“All right,” Hugh Miller said, and turned toward the door.
He had just about made the door, when the Boss said, “Hugh.” Hugh Miller stopped and looked back.
“You’re leaving me alone,” the Boss said, in semicomic woe, “with the sons-of-bitches. Mine and the other