The intensity of his appeal carried her along in the rush of his emotion.
"Stewart, I have been speaking for myself, as best I knew how! I"m back to the old times! If you need further words from me, you shall have them."
Senator Corson stepped around the end of the screen. "You will postpone any further words to Mr. Morrison! I have some words of my own for him!
Lana, Coventry Daunt is waiting for you in the ballroom and I have told him that you will be there at once."
"Mr. Daunt must continue to wait, father. I have something to tell Stewart, and you must allow me to say it--say it to him, alone."
"You shall never speak another word to him on any subject with my permission. I have been listening and--"
"Father, do you confess that you have been eavesdropping?"
"My present code of manners is perfectly suited to the tactics of this fellow who has flouted me and insulted an honored guest under my roof this evening. Morrison, leave the house!"
"He shall stay at the request of his hostess," declared the girl, defiantly.
"On with you to your guests--that"s where your hostess duties are!" Corson reached to take her arm.
Stewart hastily raised Lana"s hand and bent over it. "I am indebted to you for a charming evening." He stood erect and his demeanor of manly sincerity removed every suggestion of sarcasm from the conventional phrase he had spoken quietly. "The charm, Senator Corson, has outweighed all the unpleasantness."
When he turned to retire Corson halted him with a curt word.
"Lana, I command you to go and join your partner."
But Miss Corson persisted in her rebelliousness. She did not relish the ominous threat that she perceived in the situation. "I shall stay with you till you"re in a better state of temper, father."
"You"ll hear nothing to this man"s credit if you do stay," said the Senator, acridly. "I have just talked on the "phone with the Governor, Mayor Morrison. He asked me to notify you that your mob which you have stirred up in your own city, by your devilish speeches this evening, is evidently on the war-path. He, expects you to undo the mischief, seeing that your tongue is the guilty party!"
Lana turned startled gaze from her father to Morrison; amazement struggled with her indignation. Her amazement was deepened by the mayor"s mild rejoinder.
"Very well, Senator. I have an excellent understanding with that mob."
"Making speeches to a mob!" Lana gasped. "I"ll not allow even my father to say that about you, Stewart, and leave it undisputed."
"Your father is angry just now, Lana! Any discussion will provoke further unpleasantness!"
"Confound you! Don"t you dare to insult me by your condescending airs,"
thundered Corson. "You have your orders. Go and mix with your rabble and continue that understanding with "em, if you can make "em understand that law and order must prevail in this city to-night."
The library was in a wing of the mansion, far from the street, and the three persons behind the screen had been entirely absorbed in their troubled affairs. They had heard none of the sounds from the street.
Somebody began to call in the corridor outside the library. The voice sounded above the music from the ballroom, and quavered with anxious entreaty as it demanded, over and over: "Senator Corson! Where are you, Senator Corson?"
"Here!" replied the Senator.
The secretary rushed in. "There"s a mob outside, sir! A threatening mob!"
"Ah! Morrison, your friends are looking you up!"
"They are radicals--anarchists. They must be!" panted the messenger. "They are yelling: "Down with the capitalists! Down with the aristocrats!" I ordered the shades pulled. The men seemed to be excited by looking in through the windows at the dancers in the ballroom!"
"There"ll be no trouble. I"ll answer for that," promised the Mayor, marching away.
Before he reached the door the crash of splintered gla.s.s, the screams of women and shouts of men; drowned the music.
Stewart went leaping down the stairs. When he reached the ballroom he found the frightened guests ma.s.sed against the wall, as far from the windows as they could crowd. A wild battle of some sort was going on outside in the night, so oaths and cries and the grim thudding of battering fists revealed.
Before Stewart could reach a window--one of those from which the gla.s.s had been broken--Commander Lanigan came through the aperture with a rush, skating to a standstill along the polished floor. Blood was on his hands.
His sleeves hung in ribbons. In that scene of suspended gaiety he was a particularly grisly interloper.
"They sneaked it over on us, Mister Mayor!" he yelled. "I got a tip and routed out the Legion boys and chased "em, but the dirty, Bullshevists beat us to it up the hill. But we"ve got "em licked!"
"Keep "em licked for the rest of the night," Morrison suggested. "I"ll be down-town with you, right away!"
But Lanigan, in his raging excitement, was not amenable to hints or orders, nor was he cautious in his revelations. "We can handle things down-town, Your Honor! What we want to know is, what about up-town--up on Capitol Hill?"
"You"ve had my promise of what I"ll do. And I"ll do it!"
Senator Corson and his daughter had arrived in the ballroom. The Senator was promptly and intensely interested in this c.o.c.ksure declaration by Morrison.
"Your promise is the same as hard cash for me and the level-headed ones,"
retorted Commander Lanigan. "But whether it"s the Northern Lights in the skies or plain h.e.l.lishness in folks or somebody underneath stirring and stirring trouble and starting lies, I don"t know! Lots of good boys have stopped being level-headed! I"ll hold the gang down if I can, sir. But what I want to know is, can we depend on you to tend to Capitol Hill? Are you still on the job? Can I tell "em that you"re still on the job?"
"You can tell "em all that I"m on the job from now till morning," shouted the mayor. He was heard by the men outside. They gave his declaration a howl of approval.
"The people will be protected," shouted an unseen admirer.
Stewart hurried to Senator Corson and was not daunted by that gentleman"s blazing countenance.
"I"m sorry, sir. This seems to be a flareback of some sort. I"ll have police on guard at once!"
"You"ll protect the people, eh? There"s a flatterer in your mob, Morrison!
You can"t even give window-gla.s.s in this city suitable protection--a mayor like you! I"ll have none of your soviet police around my premises." He turned to his secretary. "Call the adjutant-general at the State House and tell him to send a detachment of troops here."
"I trust they"ll co-operate well with the police I shall send," stated the Mayor, stiffly. He hastened from the room.
When Stewart had donned hat and overcoat and was about to leave the mansion by the main door, Lana stepped in front of him. "Stewart, you must stop for a moment--you must deny it, what father has been saying to me about you just now!"
"Your father is angry--and in anger a man says a whole lot that he doesn"t mean. I"m in a hurry--and a man in a hurry spoils anything he tries to tell. We must let it wait, Lana."
"But if you go on--go on as you"re going--crushing Mr. Daunt"s plans--spoiling your own grand prospects--antagonizing my father--paying no heed to my advice!" The girl"s sentences were galloping breathlessly.
"We"ll have time to talk it over, Lana!"
"What! Talk it over after you have been reckless enough to spoil everything? You must stand with your friends, I tell you! Father is wiser than you! Isn"t he right?"
"I--I guess he thinks he is--but I can"t talk about it." He was backing toward the door.
"You must know what it means--for us two--if you go headlong against him.
I stand stanchly for my father--always!"