Hold 'em there! I'll
be right along!" He hung up.
"As I was saying," persisted Blanchard, "the people--"
Morrison put up his hand and shook his head.
"I guess we'd better hang up the joint debate on the people right here,
Blanchard! What say if you come along with me and pick up a few facts? The
facts may give you a new light on your theories." He hastened to a closet
and secured his top-coat and his silk hat.
"Come where?"
"Down to the Central Labor Union hall. There's a big crowd waiting there."
Blanchard surveyed his own evening apparel in a mirror. "I'm headed for a
reception--not the kind I'd get as the head of the Conawin corporation
from a labor crowd."
"Nevertheless, I urge you to come with me. I believe that a little contact
with the people in this instance will clear your thoughts."
"Another one of your riddles!" snorted the manufacturer. "What's it all
about?"
"Blanchard," declared Morrison, setting his jaws grimly while he pondered
for a moment and then coming out explosively, "it's about what we may
expect from the people when damned fools try to play politics according to
the old rules in these new times. It's about what we may expect of the
people when they're denied a showdown by men at the head of public
affairs.
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