Got a safe full of stuff so
inflammable that, since I've read some of it, I'm ready to blow up
myself. It's worse than that first lot I showed you. They got
the two clerks, and a half-dozen foreigners, too. And that's all
they got."
"They won't talk?"
"Talk? Sure they'll talk. They say they're employed by the Myers
Housecleaning Company, that they never saw the inside of the vault,
and they're squealing louder than two pigs under a gate about false
arrest. They'll have to let them go, son. Here. You can do most
everything. Can you read Croatian? No? Well, here's something
in English to cut your wisdom teeth on. Overthrowing the government
is where these fellows start."
It was intelligent, that propaganda. Willy Cameron thought he saw
behind it Jim Doyle and other men like Doyle, men who knew the
discontents of the world, and would fatten by them; men who,
secretly envious of the upper classes and unable to attain to them,
would pull all men to their own level, or lower. Men who cloaked
their own jealousies with the garb of idealism. Intelligent it was,
dangerous, and imminent.
The pamphlets spoke of "the day." It was a Prussian phrase.
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