Two men were pursuing her... they tried to carry her off. Miss Patterson called a policeman... but he said the girl was insane. Only by making a disturbance and drawing a crowd was my friend able to save her. And now, we have been the rounds... from the sergeant at the station, and the police captain, to the Chief of Police and the Mayor himself; we have been to the Tammany leader of the district... the real boss of the neighborhood... and there is no justice to be had anywhere for Annie Rogers!
HEGAN. Impossible!
JACK. You have my word for it, sir. And the reason for it is that this hideous traffic is one of the main cogs in our political machine. The pimps and the panders, the cadets and maquereaux... they vote the ticket of the organization; they contribute to the campaign funds; they serve as colonizers and repeaters at the polls. The tribute that they pay amounts to millions; and it is shared from the lowest to the highest in the organization... from the ward man on the street and the police captain, up to the inner circle of the chiefs of Tammany Hall... yes, even to your friend, Mr. Robert Grimes, himself! A thousand times, sir, has the truth about this monstrous infamy been put before the people of your city; and that they have not long ago risen in their wrath and driven its agents from their midst is due to but one single fact... that this infamous organization of crime and graft is backed at each election time by the millions of the great public service corporations. It is they...
MONTAGUE. [Interfering.] Bullen!
JACK. Let me go on! It is they, sir, who finance the thugs and repeaters who desecrate our polls. It is they who suborn our press and blind the eyes of our people. It is they who are responsible for this traffic in the flesh of our women. It is they who have to answer for the tottering reason of that poor peasant girl in the next room!
LAURA. [Has been listening to this speech, white with horror; as the indictment proceeds, she covers her face with her hands; at this point she breaks into uncontrollable weeping.] Oh! I can"t stand it!
HEGAN. [Springing to her side.] My dear!
LAURA. [Clasping him.] Father! Father!
HEGAN. My child! I have begged you not to come to these places! Why should you see such things?
LAURA. [Wildly.] Why should I not see them, so long as they exist?
HEGAN. [Angrily.] I won"t have it. This is the end of it! I mean what I say! Come home with me!... Come home at once!
LAURA. With Grimes? I won"t meet that man!
HEGAN. Very well, then. You need not meet him. I"ll call a cab, and take you myself. Where are your things?
LAURA. [Looking to the left.] In that room.
HEGAN. Come, then.
[Takes her off.]
JACK. [Turns to MONTAGUE, and to JULIA, who appears in doorway at right.] We gave it to them straight that time, all right!
[CURTAIN]
ACT II
Library of "The Towers," HEGAN"s Long Island country place. A s.p.a.cious room, furnished luxuriously, but with good taste. A large table, with lamp and books in the centre, and easy-chairs beside it. Up stage are French windows leading to a veranda, with drive below; a writing desk between the windows. Entrance right and left. A telephone stand left, and a clock on wall right. [At rise: ANDREWS, standing by the table, opening some letters.]
LAURA. [Enters from veranda.] Good afternoon, Mr. Andrews.
ANDREWS. Good afternoon, Miss Hegan.
LAURA. Has father come yet?
ANDREWS. No; he said he"d he back about five.
LAURA. Is he surely coming?
ANDREWS. Oh, yes. He has an important engagement here.
LAURA. He"s working very hard these days.
ANDREWS. He has a good deal on his mind just now.
LAURA. It"s this Grand Avenue Railroad business.
ANDREWS. Yes. If it should go against him, it would confuse his plans very much.
LAURA. Is the matter never going to be decided?
ANDREWS. We"re expecting the decision any day now. That"s why he"s so much concerned. He has to hold the market, you see...
LAURA. The decision"s liable to affect the market?
ANDREWS. Oh, yes... very much, indeed.
LAURA. I see. And then...
"Phone rings.
ANDREWS. Excuse me. h.e.l.lo! Yes, this is Mr. Hegan"s place. Mr. Montague?
Why, yes; I believe he"s to be here this afternoon. Yes.. . wait a moment... [To LAURA.] It"s some one asking for Mr. Montague.
LAURA. Who is it?
ANDREWS. h.e.l.lo! Who is this, please? [TO LAURA.] It"s Mr. Bullen.
LAURA. Mr. Bullen? I"ll speak to him. [Takes "phone.] h.e.l.lo, Mr. Bullen!
This is Miss Hegan. I"m glad to hear from you. How are you? Why, yes, Mr. Montague is coming out... I expect him here any time. He was to take the three-five... just a moment. [Looks at clock.] If the train"s on time, he"s due here now. We sent to meet him. Call up again in about five minutes. Oh, you have to see him? As soon as that? Nothing wrong, I hope. Well, he couldn"t get back to the city until after six. Oh, then you"re right near us. Why don"t you come over?... That"s the quickest way. No; take the trolley and come right across. I"ll be delighted to see you. What"s that? Why, Mr. Bullen! How perfectly preposterous! My father doesn"t blame you for what happened. Don"t think of it. Come right along. I"ll take it ill of you if you don"t... truly I will. Yes; please do. You"ll just have time to get the next trolley. Get off at the Merrick road, and I"ll see there"s an auto there to meet you. Very well.
Good-bye. [TO ANDREWS.] Mr. Andrews, will you see there"s a car sent down to the trolley to meet Mr. Bullen?
ANDREWS. All right.
[Exit.]
LAURA. [Stands by table, in deep thought, takes a note from table and studies it; shakes her head.] He didn"t want to come. He doesn"t want to talk to me. But he must! Ah, there he is. [Sound of a motor heard. She waits, then goes to the window.] Ah, Mr. Montague!
MONTAGUE. [Enters centre.] Good afternoon, Miss Hegan.
LAURA. You managed to catch the train, I see.
MONTAGUE. Yes. I just did.
LAURA. It is so good of you to come.