"I"ll not argue against the state and authority with you, Totten, for you"re right and there"s no time for argument. But when you said political exigency you said a whole lot--and we"ll let this particular skunk cabbage go under that name. Don"t try that law-and-order and state-authority bluff with me in such a case as this is. You"re right in with the bunch and you know just as well as I do what the game is this time. Probably those folks outside there don"t know what they want, but they do know that something is wrong! Something is almighty wrong when elected servants are obliged to get behind closed doors to transact public affairs. I"m putting this on a business basis because business is my strong point. These red-tape fellows go to war and use the people for the goats to settle a matter that could be settled peaceably by hard-headed every-day men in five minutes. Now with these few words, and admitting that I"m all that you want to tell me I am--and confessing to a whole lot more that I personally know about my unadulterated bra.s.s cheek in the whole thing--we"ll close debate. Order those militia boys to march out!"
"I--"
Morrison held a little sheaf of papers in his hand. He flapped the papers violently under General Totten"s nose. "Do you dare to ignore these telegrams--the opinions of the justices of the supreme judicial court of this state?"
"I don"t--"
The papers flicked the end of the general"s nose and he shuffled slowly backward. "Do you dare, I say?"
"This exigency--"
"That"s the name we"ve agreed on--for a dirty political trick without an atom of principle behind it. These telegrams will make great reading on the same page with the list of names in the hospitals and the morgue!"
General Totten was retreating more rapidly, but the vibrating papers inexorably kept pace with his nose.
"But to leave this State House unguarded--"
"I have already shown you what I can do with one single cop! I gave you a little lecture on cops in general back yonder. You fully understand how one cop handled the adjutant-general of a state. I"ll answer for the guarding of this State House. Send away your militia!"
"I"m afraid to do it!" wailed Totten.
"Then you"re afraid of a shadow, sir! But I"ll tell you what you may well be afraid of. I"m giving you your chance to save your face and your dignity. Order away those boys or I"ll go and stand on the main stairway and tell "em just how they"re being used as tools by political tricksters.
And then even your tricksters will land on your back and blame you for forcing an exposure. I"ll tell the boys! I swear I"ll do it! And I"ll bet you gold-dust against sawdust that they"ll refuse to commit murder.
Totten, this exigency is now working under a full head of steam. You can hear that mob now! This thing is getting down to minutes, I"ll give you just one of those minutes to tramp down into that rotunda and issue your orders."
"But what--" The general"s tone unmistakably indicated surrender; the Governor had already shifted the onus; Totten knew his brother-in-law"s nature; the Governor would just as soon shift the odium after such an explosion as this wild Scotchman threatened.
"You needn"t bother about the what, sir. You give the order. And as soon as the thing is on a business basis I"ll tend to it."
Stewart took the liberty of hooking his arm inside the general"s. The officer seemed to be experiencing some difficulty in getting his feet started. The two hurried along and trudged down the middle of the main stairway.
Lana followed. She halted at the gallery rail and surveyed the scene below.
Even in her absorption in the affair between Stewart and the adjutant-general she had been aware of the rising tumult outside.
The bellow of voices had settled into a sort of chant of, "Time"s up--time"s up!"
Captain Sweetsir had deployed his men across the rotunda behind the machine-guns.
When he beheld the mayor and the general on the stairs he saluted nervously. "They"re getting ready to use sledge-hammers, sir. Shall I hand "em the rifle-fire first or let loose with the machine-guns?"
Stewart still held to the general"s arm.
Totten hesitated. His face was white and his lips quivered.
Morrison"s gaze was set straight ahead, but a twist of his face indicated that he said something through the corner of his mouth.
The general made his plunge.
"Captain Sweetsir, instruct your men to empty their magazines, a.s.semble accoutrements, and stand at ease in marching order."
The captain came onto his tiptoes in order to elongate himself as a human interrogation-point.
"Captain Sweetsir, order your bugler to sound retreat!"
The officer forced an amazed croak out of his throat by way of a command, and on the hush within the rotunda the clarion of the bugle rang out. It echoed in the high arches. Its sharp notes cut into the clamor outdoors.
Morrison recognized a voice that was keyed to a pitch almost as high as the bugle"s strains. "Hold your yawp! Don"t you hear that?" Lanigan screamed. "Don"t you know the difference between that and a fish-peddler"s horn? That"s the tune we fellers heard the Huns play just before Armistice Day. That"s retreat! Come on, Legion!" he urged, frantically. "Ram back those sledge-hammers!"
Morrison grinned and released the general"s arm.
"You hear that, do you, sir? When you can convince fair men that you"re on the right slant, the fair men will proceed to show rough-necks where they get off if they go to trying on the wrong thing!"
"There"s going to be the devil to pay!" insisted the adjutant-general.
"You"re going to let that mob into the State House, and they"ll fight all over the place."
"We"ll see what they"ll do after the showdown, sir! And you can"t make much of a showdown in the dark."
He left General Totten on the stairs, leaped down the remaining steps, and ran to a group of watchmen and night employees of the State House who were bulwarking the soldiers.
"I"m beginning to see that it"s some advantage, after all, to be the mayor of this city," Stewart informed himself. One of Marion"s aldermen was chief electrician of the Capitol building and was in the group, very much on duty on a night like that. "Torrey has always backed me in the city government meetings, at any rate!"
The alderman came out of the ranks, obeying the mayor"s gesture.
"Alderman, I"m in the minority here, right now, but I hope you"re going to vote with me for more light on the subject."
Torrey did not understand what this quick shift in all plans signified, and said so, showing deference to the mayor at the same time.
"If we"ve got to fight that gang we need these soldiers, Mayor Morrison!"
"Our kind of men, Alderman, fight best in the light; the cowards like the dark so that they can get in their dirty work. Do you get me? Yes! Thanks!
Excuse me for hurrying you. But get to that switchboard! We need quick action. You and I represent the city of Marion right now. Must keep her name clean! I"ll explain later. But give "er the juice! Jam on every switch. Dome to cellar! Lots of it! Put their night-beetle eyes out with it."
He was hustling along with Torrey toward the electrician"s room. He was clapping his hand on the alderman"s shoulder.
"I"m going outside there, Torrey! Touch up the old dome and give me all the front lights. If the bricks begin to whiz I want to see who"s throwing "em!"
XVIII
THE CAPITOL ALIGHT
First of all, within the State House, there was burgeoning of the separate lights of the wall brackets and then the great chandeliers burst into bloom.
Electrician Torrey possessed a quick understanding and was in the habit of doing a thorough job whenever he tackled anything. He threw in the switches as rapidly as he could operate them.