When
she found out the time she would go to the Governor of the State.
He seemed to be a strong man, and she would present him facts.
Facts and names. Then he must act--and quickly.
Cut off from her own world, and with no roots thrown out in the
new, she had no friends, no one to confide in or of whom to ask
assistance. And she was afraid to go to Howard. He would
precipitate things. The leaders would escape, and a new group
would take their places. Such a group, she knew, stood ready
for that very emergency.
On the afternoon of Lily's departure she heard Doyle come in.
He had not recovered from his morning's anger, and she heard his
voice, raised in some violent reproof to Jennie. He came up the
stairs, his head sagged forward, his every step deliberate, heavy,
ominous. He had an evening paper in his hand, and he gave it to
her with his finger pointing to a paragraph.
"You might show that to the last of the Cardews," he sneered.
It was the paragraph about Louis Akers. Elinor read it. "Who were
the masked men?" she asked. "Do you know?"
"I wish to God I did. I'd--Makes him a laughing stock, of course.
And just now, when--Where's Lily?"
Elinor put down the paper.
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