He had come to Roy and said: "Roy, we want you with us, and we want you to name your price."

Roy asked: "What do you want me to do?"

"We want you to be with us."

"Well, in that case I want to see Calhoun. I want to talk to him."

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Roy reported this to Burns, as well as to me, and Burns suggested that he keep the appointment, which he did. He called at Calhoun's house and found Calhoun out in his garden, picking roses. He met Roy very cordially and asked him into the house, where he took him into a room and closed the doors.

Roy said: "Well, what is it?"

"Roy, I want you to ship with me for the whole trip." "Well, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to name your price for testifying that Spreckels is to pay Older $15,000 and Heney $15,000 the day that I am convicted; that Spreckels also offered you $15,000, and $10,000 each to Gallagher and one or two of the other supervisors for testifying that I had bribed them.

Roy said: "What about my friends?"

Calhoun replied: "I'll take care of your friends. You mean Dr. Poheim and Frank Maestretti. I'll take care of

Poheim, and Maestretti is all right because Herrin is handling him. At any rate, I want to see you tomorrow. If you will take a certain boat, go to Oakland, you will find an automobile waiting at a certain place. Get in that automobile, and you will be driven out to where I am. I am going to handle this thing, Roy. I don't want any more Fords handling my affairs. From now on I'm going to handle this myself."

PLOTTING WITH ROY

OY was by this time sincerely devoted to the graft prosecution and in entire sympathy with our purposes. If

coercion had been necessary at first to bring him into line-and I do not know that it was necessary; I only know that I used it persuasion of that kind was no longer necessary to keep him with us.

He reported to us his conversation with Calhoun, and with Burns' advice he followed the instructions that had been given him.

Next morning, with Dr. Poheim, he took the ferry Calhoun had suggested, found an automobile waiting for them in Oakland, and got into it.

The machine took them to Luther Brown's father in law's house, near San Leandro. In the yard were Calhoun, with several of his attorneys, Luther Brown and some of Brown's detectives.

Roy said, "Well, Calhoun, I am not going to allow any Tirey L. Ford to handle my affairs either. I'm not going to talk before all these people."

Calhoun said, "Come upstairs and we will talk alone. He took Roy into an upstairs bedroom, and they sat down on the edge of the bed. Calhoun said, quietly, "Roy, what do you want?"

"Well," Roy said. "I've got to be made whole on my investments in San Francisco. I'm connected with some pretty big people, and if I throw them down San Francisco will be no place for me. I'll have to leave town."

"All right. What are your investments?"

"Well, there's my restaurant."

"What does that stand you?

"Thirty-two thousand," said Roy.

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"I'll take care of that," said Calhoun. "What else have

you got?"

"A skating rink."

"What does that amount to?"

"Twenty thousand."

"I'll take care of that. Anything else?"

Ray enumerated various interests that had to be covered. In all, they amounted to $80,000. Calhoun agreed to pay him that amount. In return Roy was to go on the stand and tes

tify that Rudolph Spreckels had promised to pay me $15,000. Heney $15,000 and Gallagher $10,000 on the day that Calhoun was convicted. Calhoun's purpose was to make it appear that he was being persecuted by Spreckels because they were financial rivals.

"Well," said Calhoun, "we've got to arrange this thing in some way so that it won't be subornation of perjury. But that can be arranged. That's only a matter of detail. Now as to Poheim."

It was agreed that Poheim was to have $25,000.

All this Roy immediately reported to us. But a few days later he met Calhoun, and Calhoun said, "There's a little hitch in this plan of mine. I told it to John Garber, and he told me we were all heading for the penitentiary on this stuff. It rattled me a little, what he said. Still, I'm convinced that I'm right, and I'm going ahead with it. But I want a little time to think it over.'

John Garber was a very famous lawyer here. His advice undoubtedly disturbed Calhoun. Later, Roy learned that he had acquainted others of his attorneys with the negotiations thus far, and they had told him it was undoubtedly a Burns trap, so the matter hung fire for some time before Calhoun reopened it.

Meanwhile, we were hammering at Ruef and Schmitz in the courts. The Bulletin was printing all that it dared to print of the truth, and San Francisco was divided into two violently opposing camps, one believing that we were pure white crusaders, endeavoring to rid the city of evil men, and the other declaring that we were henchmen of Spreckels, persecuting the man who had saved the city from ruin at the hands of the unions.

We had brought Schmitz back from Europe, arrested him and tried him, while he was still Mayor of San Francisco. He stood in the dock as Mayor of San Francisco, and he went out from the dock to the Mayor's office and conducted the affairs of the city as a suspected criminal. He was proved guilty of bribery in the French restaurant cases and sentenced to San Quentin for five years. After his conviction he was taken to the Ingleside jail, and proceedings were brought to remove him from the Mayor's chair.

The city was then without a Mayor. It fell to us to choose one, because the man to fill the empty place was to be chosen by the Board of Supervisors, and we held eighteen of them in the hollow of our hands on account of their confessions.

The matter hung fire for some time while we tried to decide who should be Mayor of San Francisco. Spreckels, Heney, Langdon and I were busy trying to find a suitable

man, one that would satisfy the city and be sympathetic with our fight against the grafters.

The first name suggested was that of Dr. Gallwey, a very popular physician here. Some one went down to Santa Barbara, where he was staying, to ask him if he would be Mayor. He refused.

Other names were mentioned, but we could not all agree upon one. E. J. Livernash was at that time working with me. He was a writer on the Bulletin, and I had him as my adviser in all my activities in the graft prosecution. One day he said to me that Phelan ought to be appointed. I agreed. Livernash said: "Of course, labor has been against him, but that can be arranged. I think we can induce labor to accept him."

With this idea in mind, we drove out to Phelan's residence, where Rudolph Spreckels was dining. Just as we stopped in front of the house, Phelan and Spreckels came out together and walked toward our automobile. Livernash said: "We have decided that Phelan is the man for Mayor."

Spreckels said instantly: "I won't stand for him." That angered us both. I said: "Why not?"

Spreckels replied: "Because he is too close to me." He meant, of course, that Phelan was so closely associated with him that his appointment would make it appear that Spreckels was choosing the Mayor.

Livernash became very angry and said: "Well, then, I'm done with the whole thing. I'll have nothing more to do with it!"

We drove away in a huff. We were both so angry that it appeared that there was a split between the few men in whose hands the selection of a Mayor lay. But San Francisco was without a Mayor, and something had to be done.

MAKING TAYLOR MAYOR

IN THE following morning Livernash and I met as

O usual. A night's sleep had cooled us both. Livernash

said it was a pity to quarrel with Spreckels at such a critical time. I agreed with him and hastened away to find Spreckels. I met him at Heney's office and assured him that we would continue to co-operate with him and try to find a suitable man for Mayor. All along Livernash had been strong for Michael Casey, president of the Teamsters' Union. At that time Casey was a big figure with the labor men. He and Andrew Furuseth had fought Bowling's crowd in the Carmen's Union, trying to defeat Calhoun's movement to bring on a strike. They knew that Calhoun had his strikebreakers here ready to break the strike, so that Calhoun might gain the applause of the powerful people of the city. But Spreckels would not stand for Casey. He did not share the confidence that Furuseth, Livernash and I had in him. And we were compelled to abandon him.

After leaving Spreckels I returned to Livernash's office and together we searched our minds for the name of a man that the people would accept. I remembered the old Board of Freeholders that had framed the Phelan charter, and it occurred to me that perhaps some of those names would do. I asked Livernash if he had a copy of the charter which contained the names of the Board of Freeholders, most of whom we had forgotten.

He said he didn't know. He had moved to temporary quarters after the fire, his books were disturbed, and if he had one he didn't know where it was. He went over to a corner of his office, where a lot of pamphlets and odds and ends of papers had been dumped, and pawed them over. He finally found a ragged copy of the charter, knocked the dust from it against a corner of his desk and handed it to me.

I looked over the names of the freeholders, and when I came to E. R. Taylor I said: "Dr. Taylor is the man."

"Wonderful," said Livernash. "But he's dead."

I said: "No! Is he? He can't be! I saw him in a Sutter street car not over a month ago."

"Then," said Livernash, "he's the man, by all means." We both reasoned that Dr. Taylor was eminently respectable. He was a lawyer and a physician and a poet, and,