"No one has that much time. Not even you if you live to the hundred and twenty-five."
"Unfortunately, decision will always remain the greatest hazard of leadership," he answered.
"Your father assumed that hazard when he authorized those loans.
He justified it to himself because without them, certain mills might be forced to close, throwing many people out of work, and causing others to lose their investment or principal means of support.
So your father was completely right morally in what he did.
"But legally, it's another story.
A bank's principal obligation is to its depositors. The law takes this into account and the state has rules governing such loans.
Under the law, your father should never have made those loans because they were inadequately collateralized.
Of course, if the mills hadn't closed and the loans had been repaid, he'd have been called a public benefactor, a farseeing businessman.
But the opposite happened and now these same people who might have praised him are screaming for his head."
"Doesn't it make any difference that he lost his entire fortune trying to save the bank?" Rina asked.
The Governor shook his head. "Unfortunately, no."
"Then, is there nothing you can do for him?" she asked desperately.
"A good politician doesn't go against the tide of public opinion," he said slowly. "And right now the public is yelling for a scapegoat.
If your father puts up a defense, he'll lose and get ten to fifteen years.
In that case, I'd be long out of office before he was eligible for parole." He picked up the cigar from the ash tray and rolled it gently between his strong white fingers. "If you could convince your father to plead guilty and waive jury trial, I’ll arrange for a judge to give him one to three years. In fifteen months, I’ll grant him a pardon."
She stared at him. "But what if something happens to you?"
He smiled. "I’m going to live to be a hundred and twenty-five, remember?
But even if I weren't around, your father couldn't lose. He'd still be eligible for parole in twenty months."
Rina got to her feet and held out her hand.
"Thank you very much for seeing me," she said, meeting his eyes squarely.
"No matter what happens, I hope you live to be a hundred and twenty-five."
From her side of the wire partition, she watched her father walk toward her.
His eyes were dull, his hair had gone gray, even his face seemed to have taken on a grayish hue that blended softly into the drab gray prison uniform.
"Hello, Father," she said softly as he slipped into the chair opposite her.
He forced a smile. "Hello, Rina."
"Is it all right, Father?" she asked anxiously. "Are they- "
"They're treating me fine," he said quickly. "I have a job in the library. I'm in charge of setting up a new inventory control.
They have been losing too many books."
She glanced at him.
Surely he was joking.
An awkward silence came over them.
"I received a letter from Stan White," he said finally. "They have an offer of sixty thousand dollars for the house."
Stan White was her father's lawyer.
"That's good," she said. "From what they told me, I didn't think we'd get that much.
Big houses are a glut on the market."
"Some Jews want it," he said without rancor. "That's why they'll pay that much."
"It was much too big for us and we wouldn't live there when you come home, anyway."
He looked at her. "There won't be very much left. Perhaps ten thousand after we take care of the creditors and Stan."
"We won't need very much," she said. "We'll manage until you're active again." This time his voice was bitter.
"Who would take a chance on me? I'm not a banker any more, I'm a convict."
"Don't talk like that!" she said sharply. "Everyone knows that what happened wasn't your fault. They know you took nothing for yourself."
"That makes it even worse," he said wryly. "It's one thing to be condemned for a thief, quite another for being a fool."
"I shouldn't have gone to Europe. I should have stayed at home with you. Then perhaps none of this would have happened."
"It was I who failed in my obligation to you."
"You never did that, Father."
"I've had a lot of time to think up here.
I lay awake nights wondering what you're going to do now."
"I’ll manage, Father," she said. "I'll get a job."
"Doing what?"