"Didn't I
stand by in Pittsburgh during the railroad riots, and watch them
smile while the yards burned? Because the railroads meant capital
to them, and they hate capital."
"Precisely," said Howard, "but after twenty-four hours they were
fighting like demons to restore law and order. It is"--he fingered
the card--"to save that twenty-four hours that this organization is
being formed. It is secret. Did I tell you that? And the idea
originated with the young man you spoke about as supporting Hendricks
--you met him here once, a friend of Lily's. His name is Cameron
--William Wallace Cameron."
Old Anthony remained silent, but the small jagged vein on his
forehead swelled with anger. After a time:
"I suppose Doyle is behind this?" he asked. "It sounds like him."
"That is the supposition. But they have nothing on him yet; he is
too shrewd for that. And that leads to something else. Lily cannot
continue to stay there."
"I didn't send her there."
"Actually, no. In effect--but we needn't go into that now. The
situation is very serious. I can imagine that nothing could fit
better into his plans than to have her there. She gives him a
cachet of respectability.
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