“I’m here with a serious proposition. I wouldn’t bother you, but it’s something I believe only you can do.”
Whatever the favor he was about to ask of me, I was fast losing the desire to hear about it. A sad tale, surely-hard times, ill health, someone’s poor relative left penniless and in need of free legal assistance.
I tried to keep my voice gentle. “I’ve taken on about all the cases I can handle for a while.”
“Oh, this is not a law case.” He flashed a particularly charming smile. “Perhaps I should have mentioned that I came here today directly from the White House. This isn’t my proposition. This is a request from the president.”
I was astonished. “ Roosevelt sent you here? To my home?”
“The man himself.”
Chapter 13
THE FIRST TIME I EVER LAID eyes on Theodore Roosevelt-God, how he hated the nickname “Teddy”-I was surprised by how much he resembled the cartoons and caricatures with which the papers regularly mocked him. And now, on this fine summer day in the White House, I saw that the thick spectacles pinching his nose, the wide solid waist, and the prominent potbelly had only become more pronounced since he took up residence on Pennsylvania Avenue.
Roosevelt jumped up from his desk and charged across the room toward me before his assistant, Jackson Hensen, could finish his introduction.
“Captain Corbett, a pleasure to see you again. It’s been too long.”
“The pleasure is entirely mine, Colonel… uhm, Mr. President.”
“No, no, no. I’ll always prefer Colonel!”
The president waved me over to a green silk sofa near his desk. I sat, trying to contain my excitement at being in the Oval Office, a room that was airy and beautifully appointed but a good deal smaller than I would have imagined.
A door to the left of the president’s desk glided open. In came a tall Negro valet bearing a tea tray, which he placed on a side table. “Shall I pour, sir?”