"I
simply state that His Honor the Mayor is under-somewhere! I never saw any
signs of his being a coward--but a lot of us have never been tested by a
real crisis, you know!"
"You say he has no power in politics! Could he do anything in a case like
this?"
Tasper clawed his hand over his head and the crest of his pompadour
bristled more horrently. "He could at least try to undo some of the
trouble he has caused by his tongue. He could be at City Hall, where he
belongs. The fact that he isn't there--that he can't be found--speaks a
whole lot to the people of this city, Lana Corson! Why, there isn't a
policeman to be seen on the streets of Marion to-night! We can't get any
explanation from police headquarters. A devil of a mayor, say I!"
She turned and fled to the door.
"Lana!" called the editor. "He has made promises that he can't back
up--and he has ducked. That's the story We're going to say so in the
_Monitor_. We can't say anything else!"
She made no reply.
She did not wait for the elevator to take her down the single flight of
stairs; she ran, holding her wrap about her.
Coventry Daunt, on the watch for her, opened the limousine's door and she
plunged in.
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