"She said she didn"t know; that n.o.body ever paid any attention to speed laws."
"What about her license?"
"I asked her and she said it was none of my business."
"Quite right," approved Mr. Pierce curtly.
"Tell the desk to run the interview _verbatim_, under a separate head.
Will the nurse die?"
Mr. Pierce snorted contemptuously. "Die! She"s hardly hurt."
"Dislocated shoulder, two ribs broken, and scalp wounds. She"ll get well," said the reporter.
"Now, see here, Surtaine," said Douglas smoothly, "be reasonable. It won"t do the "Clarion" any good to print a lot of yellow sensationalism about this. There are half a dozen witnesses who say it was the nurse"s fault."
"We have evidence on the other side."
"From whom?"
"Max Veltman, of our composing-room."
"Veltman? Veltman?" repeated Elias M. Pierce, who possessed a wonderful memory for men and events. "He"s that anarchist fellow. Hates every man with a dollar. Stirred up the labor troubles two years ago. I told my men to smash his head if they ever caught him within two blocks of our place."
"Speaking of anarchy," said McGuire Ellis softly.
"A prejudiced witness; one of your own employees," pointed out the lawyer.
"I wouldn"t believe him under oath," said Pierce.
"Perhaps you wouldn"t believe me, either. I saw the whole thing myself,"
said Hal quietly.
"And you intend to print it?" demanded Pierce.
"It"s news. The "Clarion"s" business is to print the news."
"Then there remains only to warn you," said Douglas, "that you will be held to full liability for anything you may publish, civil _and_ criminal."
"Take that down, Mr. Denton," said Hal.
"I"ve got it," said the reporter.
"That isn"t all." Elias M. Pierce rose and his eyes were wells of somber fury. "You print that story--one word of it--and I"ll smash your paper."
"Take that down, Mr. Denton." Hal"s voice was even.
"I"ve got it," said Denton in the same tone.
"You don"t know what I am in this city." Every word of the great man"s voice rang with the ruthless arrogance of his power. "I can make or mar any man or any business. I"ve fought the demagogues of labor and driven "em out of town. I"ve fought the demagogues of politics and killed them off. And you think with your little spewing demagoguery of newspaper filth, you can override me? You think because you"ve got your father"s quack millions behind you, that you can stand up to me?"
"Take that down, Mr. Denton."
"I"ve got it."
"Then take this, too," cried Elias M. Pierce, losing all control, under the quiet remorselessness of this goading: "people like my daughter and me aren"t at the mercy of sc.u.m like you. We"ve got rights that aren"t responsible to every little petty law. By G.o.d, I"ve made and unmade judges in this town: and I"ll show you what the law can do before I"m through with you. I"ll gut your d.a.m.ned paper."
"Not missing anything, are you, Mr. Denton?"
"I"ve got it all."
Throughout, Douglas, with a strained face, had been plucking at his princ.i.p.al"s arm. Now Elias M. Pierce turned to him.
"Go to Judge Ransome," he said sharply, "and get an injunction against the "Clarion.""
McGuire Ellis sauntered over. "I wouldn"t," he drawled.
"I"m not asking your advice."
"And I"m not looking for grat.i.tude. But just let me suggest this: Ransome may be one of the judges you brag of owning. But if he grants an injunction I"ll advise Mr. Surtaine to publish a spread on the front page, stating that we have the facts, that we"re enjoined from printing them at present, but that now or a year from now we"ll tell the whole story in every phase. With that hanging over him, I don"t believe Judge Ransome will care to issue any fake injunction."
"There"s such a thing as contempt of court," warned Douglas.
"Making and unmaking judges, for example?" suggested Ellis.
"Just one final word to you." The Pierce face was thrust close to Hal"s.
"You keep your hands off my daughter if you expect to live in this town."
"My one regret for Miss Pierce is that she is your daughter," retorted Hal. "You have given me the material for a leading editorial in to-morrow"s issue. I recommend you to buy the paper."
The other glared at him speechless.
"It will be called," said Hal, ""A Study in Heredity." Good-day."
And he gave the retiring magnate a full view of his back as he sat down to write it.
CHAPTER XVI
THE STRATEGIST
"Never write with a hot pen." Thus runs one of McGuire Ellis"s golden rules of journalism. Had his employer better comprehended, in those early days, the Ellisonian philosophy, perhaps the "Heredity" editorial might never have appeared. Now, as it lay before him in proof, it seemed but the natural expression of a righteous wrath.
"Neither Kathleen Pierce nor her father can claim exemption or consideration in this instance," Hal had written, in what he chose to consider his most telling pa.s.sage. "Were it the girl"s first offense of temerity, allowance might be made. But the city streets have long been the more perilous because of her defiance of the rights of others. Here she runs true to type. She is her father"s own daughter. In the light of his character and career, of his use of the bludgeon in business, of his resort to foul means when fair would not serve, of his brutal disregard of human rights in order that his own power might be enhanced, of his ruthless and crushing tyranny, not alone toward his employees, but toward all labor in its struggle for better conditions, we can but regard the girl who left her victim crushed and senseless in the gutter and sped on because, in the words of her own bravado, she "had a train to catch," as a striking example of the influence of heredity. If the law which she so contemptuously brushed aside is to be aborted by the influence and position of her family, the precept will be a bitter and dangerous one. Much arrant nonsense is vented concerning the "cla.s.s-hatred" stirred up by any criticism of the rich. One such instance as the running-down of Miss Cleary bears within it far more than the extremest demagoguery the potentialities of an unleashed hate.
It is a lesson in lawlessness."