"I can"t humor you to that extent," replied Morrison, in the tone of a father denying indulgence in the case of a wilful child.
He got between the man and the mob. He held Krylovensky from him with one hand and put up the other protestingly, authoritatively.
"No man that"s a real man lets another man bang him in the face," declared Lanigan with fury.
"That"s a nice point, to be argued later by us when things are quieter, Joe. Stand back!"
"I"m going to kill him even if you haven"t got the grit to do it." Lanigan was showing the bitter disappointment of a worshiper kicking among the fragments of a shattered idol.
"I won"t allow you to do that, Joe! A dead man can"t answer questions.
Stand back, all of you, I say!" He twisted the grip of his hand in the man"s collar until Krylovensky ceased his struggles.
"Do you work in this city?" asked the mayor.
"He works in the Conawin," shouted Lanigan. "And I shook him down this evening for a gun, a k.n.o.b-knocker, and a lot of red flags."
Blanchard was backed against the big Stars and Stripes, apprehensively seeking refuge from the crowd ma.s.sing on the platform. Morrison caught his eye. "Seems to be one of your patriots, Blanchard! Shall I hand him over to you?"
"I never saw the renegade before."
"I"m sorry you don"t get into your mill the way I do into mine. I"d like to know something about this gentleman who doesn"t show any inclination to speak for himself."
"I"m not afraid to speak," declared the captive, all cautiousness burned out of him by the fires of his martyr zeal. "I"m an amba.s.sador of the grand and good Soviet Government of Russia."
The mayor preserved his serenity.
"Ah, I think I understand! One of the estimable gentlemen who have been coming to us by the way of the Mexican border of late! When you picked up such a good command of our language, my friend, it"s too bad you didn"t pick up a better understanding of our country. I haven"t any time just now to give you an idea of it, sir. I"ll have a talk with you to-morrow."
The mayor had seen Officer Rellihan at the door of the hall. As a satellite, Rellihan was constant in his attendance on his controlling luminary in public places, even though the luminary issued no special orders to that effect; Morrison"s intended visit to the hall had been quickly advertised down-town.
Stewart glanced about him and found Rellihan at his elbow.
"Here"s the honorable amba.s.sador of Soviet Russia, Rellihan," said his chief. "Take him along with you, keep harm from him on the way, and see that he is well lodged for the night in a place where enemies can"t get at him."
"I know just the right place, Your Honor," stated the policeman, pulling his club from his belt and waving it to part the throng.
Morrison broke in upon Lanigan"s mumbled threats. "Mind your manners, Joe!"
"But he hit you!"
The mayor picked up his garments, one by one, inspected them, and dusted them with his palm; then he pulled them on. The crowd gazed at him.
"He hit you!" Lanigan insisted, bellicosely. "When a man hits me, I lick him!"
"You"re a good fighter, Joe," agreed His Honor, running his forearm about his silk hat to smooth the nap. "But let me tell you something! Unless you put yourself in better shape there"ll be a fellow some day that you"ll want to lick, and you won"t be able to lick him, and you"ll be almighty sorry because you can"t turn the trick."
"Show me the feller, Mister Mayor!"
"Go look in the gla.s.s, Joe."
"Lick myself--is that what you mean, sir?"
"Sure! If you can do it when it ought to be done, you"ll have the right to feel rather proud of yourself."
He invited Blanchard with a side wag of his head and led the way from the hall.
"Morrison, let me say this," blurted the mill magnate, when they were on their way in the limousine. "By reason of this people-side-partner notion of yours, you have gone to work and got yourself into an infernal fix. How do you expect to make good that promise?"
"I suppose I did sound rather boastful, but I had to put it strong. A mealy-mouthed promise wouldn"t hold them in line!"
"But that promise only encourages such muckers in the belief that they have a right to demand, to boss their betters, to call for accountings and concessions. You have put the devil into "em!"
"I hope not! Faith in a contract--that"s what I tried to put into "em.
They"ll wait and let me operate!"
"Operate! You"re one man against the whole state government and you"re defying single-handed the political powers! You can"t deliver the goods!
That gang down-town will wait about so long and then "twill be h.e.l.l to pay to-night!"
Morrison had found his pipe in his overcoat pocket. He was soothing himself with a smoke on the way toward the Corson mansion.
"But why worry so much when the night is still young?" he queried, placidly.
VII
THE THIN CRUST OVER BOILING LAVA
Senator Corson, at the head of the receiving-line, attended strictly to the task in hand as an urbane and a.s.siduous host.
Wonted by long political usage to estimate everything on the basis of votes for and against, he was entirely convinced, by the face of the returns that evening, that the reception he was tendering was a grand success, unanimously indorsed; he would have been immensely surprised to learn that under his roof there was a bitterly incensed, furiously resentful minority that was voting "No!"
The "Yes!" was by the applausive, open, _viva voce_ vote of all those who filed past him and shook his hand and thronged along toward the buffet that was operated in _de luxe_ style by a metropolitan caterer"s corps of servants.
The Senator"s mansion was s.p.a.cious and luxuriously appointed, and the millions from the products of his timber-land barony were lavishly behind his hospitality. Consoled by the knowledge that Corson could well afford the treat, his guests, after that well-understood quality in human nature, relished the hospitality more keenly. At the buffet all the plates were piled high. In the smoking-room men took handfuls of the Senator"s cigars from the boxes. And the pleasantry connected with Governor Lawrence North"s custom in campaigning was frequently heard. It was related of North that he always thriftily pa.s.sed his cigars by his own hand and counseled the recipient: "Help yourself! Take all you want! Take two!"
The guests adopted the comfortable att.i.tude that Corson had dropped down home to Marion to pay a debt which he owed to his const.i.tuents, and they all jumped in with alacrity to help him pay it.
While the orchestra played and the ware of the buffet clattered, the joyous voices of the overwhelming majority gave Senator Corson to understand that he was the idol of his people and the prop of the state.
The minority kept her mouth closed and her teeth were set hard.
The minority was racked by agony that extended from finger-tips to shoulder.
The minority was distinctly groggy.
This minority was compa.s.sed in the person of a single young and handsome matron who was Mrs. J. Warren Stanton in her home city Blue Book, and Doris in the family register of Father Silas Daunt, and "Dorrie" in the good graces of Brother Coventry Daunt.