"No. But something has happened. Don"t look like that, Grace. It"s not--"
"She hasn"t married that man?"
"No. Not that. It only touches her indirectly. But she can"t stay there.
Even Elinor--" he checked himself. "I"ll tell you after dinner."
Dinner was very silent, although Anthony delivered himself of one speech rather at length.
"So far as I can make out, Howard," he said, "this man Hendricks is getting pretty strong. He has a young fellow talking for him who gets over pretty well. It"s my judgment that Hendricks had better be bought off. He goes around shouting that he"s a plain man, after the support of the plain people. Although I"m d.a.m.ned if I know what he means by that."
Anthony Cardew was no longer comfortable in his own house. He placed the blame for it on Lily, and spent as many evenings away from home as possible. He considered that life was using him rather badly. Tied to the city in summer by a strike, his granddaughter openly gone over to his enemy, his own son, so long his tool and his creature, merely staying in his house to handle him, an income tax law that sent him to his lawyers with new protests almost daily! A man was no longer master even in his own home. His employees would not work for him, his family disobeyed him, his government held him up and shook him. In the good old days--
"I"m going out," he said, as he rose from the table. "Grace, that chef is worse than the last. You"d better send him off."
"I can"t get any one else. I have tried for weeks. There are no servants anywhere."
"Try New York."
"I have tried--it is useless."
No cooks, either. No servants. Even Anthony recognized that, with the exception of Grayson, the servants in his house were vaguely hostile to the family. They gave grudging service, worked short hours, and, the only cla.s.s of labor to which the high cost of food was a negligible matter, demanded wages he considered immoral.
"I don"t know what the world"s coming to," he snarled. "Well, I"m off.
Thank G.o.d, there are still clubs for a man to go to."
"I want to have a talk with you, father."
"I don"t want to talk."
"You needn"t. I want you to listen, and I want Grace to hear, too."
In the end he went unwillingly into the library, and when Grayson had brought liqueurs and coffee and had gone, Howard drew the card from his pocket.
"I met young Denslow to-day," he said. "He came in to see me. As a matter of fact, I signed a card he had brought along, and I brought one for you, sir. Shall I read it?"
"You evidently intend to."
Howard read the card slowly. Its very simplicity was impressive, as impressive as it had been when w.i.l.l.y Cameron scrawled the words on the back of an old envelope. Anthony listened.
"Just what does that mean?"
"That the men behind this movement believe that there is going to be a general strike, with an endeavor to turn it into a revolution. Perhaps only local, but these things have a tendency to spread. Denslow had some literature which referred to an attempt to take over the city. They have other information, too, all pointing the same way."
"Strikers?"
"Foreign strikers, with the worst of the native born. Their plans are fairly comprehensive; they mean to dynamite the water works, shut down the gas and electric plants, and cut off all food supplies. Then when they have starved and terrorized us into submission, we"ll accept their terms."
"What terms?"
"Well, the rule of the mob, I suppose. They intend to take over the banks, for one thing."
"I don"t believe it. It"s incredible."
"They meant to do it in Seattle."
"And didn"t. Don"t forget that."
"They may have learned some things from Seattle," Howard said quietly.
"We have the state troops."
"What about a half dozen similar movements in the state at the same time? Or rioting in other places, carefully planned to draw the troops and constabulary away?"
In the end old Anthony was impressed, if not entirely convinced. But he had no faith in the plain people, and said so. "They"ll see property destroyed and never lift a hand," he said. "Didn"t I stand by in Pittsburgh during the railroad riots, and watch them smile while the yards burned? Because the railroads meant capital to them, and they hate capital."
"Precisely," said Howard, "but after twenty-four hours they were fighting like demons to restore law and order. It is"--he fingered the card--"to save that twenty-four hours that this organization is being formed. It is secret. Did I tell you that? And the idea originated with the young man you spoke about as supporting Hendricks--you met him here once, a friend of Lily"s. His name is Cameron--William Wallace Cameron."
Old Anthony remained silent, but the small jagged vein on his forehead swelled with anger. After a time:
"I suppose Doyle is behind this?" he asked. "It sounds like him."
"That is the supposition. But they have nothing on him yet; he is too shrewd for that. And that leads to something else. Lily cannot continue to stay there."
"I didn"t send her there."
"Actually, no. In effect--but we needn"t go into that now. The situation is very serious. I can imagine that nothing could fit better into his plans than to have her there. She gives him a cachet of respectability.
Do you want that?"
"She is probably one of them now. G.o.d knows how much of his rotten doctrine she has absorbed."
Howard flushed, but he kept his temper.
"His theories, possibly. His practice, no. She certainly has no idea...
it has come to this, father. She must have a home somewhere, and if it cannot be here, Grace and I must make one for her elsewhere."
Probably Anthony Cardew had never respected Howard more than at that moment, or liked him less.
"Both you and Grace are free to make a home where you please."
"We prefer it here, but you must see yourself that things cannot go on as they are. We have waited for you to see that, all three of us, and now this new situation makes it imperative to take some action."
"I won"t have that fellow Akers coming here."
"He would hardly come, under the circ.u.mstances. Besides, her friendship with him is only a part of her revolt. If she comes home it will be with the understanding that she does not see him again."
"Revolt?" said old Anthony, raising his eyebrows.
"That is what it actually was. She found her liberty interfered with, and she staged her own small rebellion. It was very human, I think."