"Why can"t this thing be settled right off?" she said to her husband who had run up Friday evening--the Friday after the Wednesday Foley had a.s.sured the union of certain victory--to stay with her over Sat.u.r.day and Sunday. And she acquainted him with her besetting fears.
Only another unit of pressure was needed to overturn the wall of Mr.
Baxter"s resistance, and the stress of his wife"s words was many times the force required. During his two days at Tuxedo Mr. Baxter sat much of the time apart in quiet thought. Mrs. Baxter was too considerate a wife to repeat to him her anxieties, or to hara.s.s him with pleas and questions, but just before he left early Monday morning for the city she could not refrain from saying: "You will try, won"t you, dear, to end the strike soon?"
"Yes, dear."
She beamed upon him. "How soon?"
"It will last about three more weeks."
She fell on his neck with a happy cry, and kissed him. She asked him to explain, but his business sense had told him it would be better if she did not know the plan, and his love had given him the same counsel; so he merely answered, "I am certain the union will give up," and plead his haste to catch his train as excuse for saying nothing more.
That afternoon a regular meeting of the Executive Committee took place in Mr. Baxter"s office. It was not a very cheerful quintet that sat about the cherry table: Isaacs, in his heart ready to abandon the fight; Bobbs, Murphy, and Driscoll, determined to win, but with no more speedy plan than to continue the siege; and Baxter, cold and polite as usual, and about as inspiring as a frozen thought.
There was nothing in the early part of the meeting to put enthusiasm into the committee. First of all, Mr. Baxter read a letter from the Civic Federation, asking the committee if it would be willing to meet again, in the interest of a settlement, with the strikers" committee.
"Why not?" said Isaacs, trying to subdue his eagerness to a business-like calm. "We"ve got nothing to lose by it."
"And nothing to gain!" snorted Driscoll.
"Tell the Civic Federation, not on its life," advised Murphy. "And tell "em to cut their letters out. We"re gettin" tired o" their eternal b.u.t.tin" in."
Baxter gave Murphy a chilly glance. "We"ll consider that settled then,"
he said quietly. In his own mind, however, he had a.s.signed the offer of the Civic Federation to a definite use.
There were several routine reports on the condition of the strike; and the members of the committee had a chance to propose new plans. Baxter was not ready to offer his--he hung back from broaching it; and the others had none. "Nothin" to do but set still and starve "em out," said Murphy, and no one contradicted him.
At the previous meeting, when pride was still regnant within him, Mr.
Baxter had announced that he had put detectives on the Avon case with the hope of gaining evidence that would convict Foley of complicity in the explosion. Since then the detectives had reported that though morally certain of Foley"s direct responsibility they could find not one bit of legal evidence against him. Furthermore, business sense had whispered Mr. Baxter that it would be better to let the matter drop, for if brought to trial Foley might, in a fit of recklessness, make some undesirable disclosures. So, for his own reasons, Mr. Baxter had thus far guarded the Avon explosion from the committee"s talk. But at length Mr. Driscoll, restless at the dead subjects they were discussing, avoided his guard and asked: "Anything new in the Avon business?"
"Nothing. My detectives have failed to find any proof at all of Mr.
Foley"s guilt."
"Arrest him anyhow," said Driscoll. "If we can convict him, why the back of the strike"s broken."
"There"s no use arresting a man unless you can convict him."
"Take the risk! You"re losing your nerve, Baxter."
Baxter flushed the least trifle at Driscoll"s words, but he did not retort. His eyes ran over the faces of the four with barely perceptible hesitancy. He felt this to be his opening, but the plan of his business sense was a subject difficult and delicate to handle.
"I have a better use for Mr. Foley," he said steadily.
"Yes?" cried the others, and leaned toward him. When Baxter said this much, they knew he had a vast deal more to say.
"If we could convict him I"d be in favor of his arrest. But if we try, we"ll fail; and that will be a triumph for the union. So to arrest him is bad policy."
"Go on," said Murphy.
"Whatever we may say to the public, we know among ourselves this strike is nowhere near its end. It may last all summer--the entire building season."
The four men nodded.
Baxter now spoke with apparent effort. "Why not make use of Foley and win it in three weeks?"
"How?" asked Driscoll suspiciously.
"How?" asked the others eagerly.
"I suppose most of you have been held up by Foley?"
There were four affirmative answers.
"You know he"s for sale?"
"I"ve been forced to buy him!" said Driscoll.
Baxter went on more easily, and with the smoothness of a book. "We have all found ourselves, I suppose, compelled to take measures in the interests of peace or the uninterrupted continuance of business that were repugnant to us. What I am going to suggest is a thing I would rather not have to do; but we are face to face with two evils, and this is the lesser.
"You will bear me out, of course, when I say the demands of the union are without the bounds of reason. We can"t afford to grant the demands; and yet the fight against the union may use up the whole building season. We"ll lose a year"s profits, and the men will lose a year"s wages, and in the end we"ll win. Since we are certain to win, anyhow, it seems to me that any plan that will enable us to win at once, and save our profits and the men"s wages, is justifiable."
"Of course," said three of the men.
"What do you mean?" Driscoll asked guardedly.
"Many a rebellion has been quelled by satisfying the leader."
"Oh, come right out with what you mean," demanded Driscoll.
"The quickest way of settling the strike, and the cheapest, for both us and the union, is to--well, see that Foley is satisfied."
Driscoll sprang to his feet, his chair tumbling on its back, and his fist came down upon the table. "I thought you were driving at that! By G.o.d, I"m getting sick of this whole dirty underhand way of doing business. I"d get out if I had a half-way decent offer. The union is in the wrong. Of course it is! But I want to fight "em on the square--in the open. I don"t want to win by bribing a traitor!"
"It"s a case where it would be wrong not to bribe--if you want to use so harsh a word," said Baxter, his face tinged the least bit with red. "It is either to satisfy Mr. Foley or to lose a summer"s work and have the men and their families suffer from the loss of a summer"s wages. It"s a choice between evils. I"ll leave to the gentlemen here, which is the greater."
"Oh, give your conscience a snooze, Driscoll!" growled Murphy.
"I think Baxter"s reasoning is good," said Bobbs. Isaacs corroborated him with a nod.
"It"s smooth reasoning, but it"s rotten!--as rotten as h.e.l.l!" He glared about on the four men. "Are you all in for Baxter"s plan?"
"We haven"t heard it all yet," said Bobbs.
"You"ve heard enough to guess the rest," snorted Driscoll.
"I think it"s worth tryin"," said Murphy.
"Why, yes," said Bobbs.