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"Why in hell don't you do your duty?" he demanded. "What do you mean by letting them interfere with these workers?" The man flinched. He was apologetic. "So long as they're peaceable, Mr. Ditmar those are my orders. I do try to keep 'em movin'." "Your orders? You're a lot of damned cowards," Ditmar replied, and went on.
Hampton suited Ditmar, his passion was the Chippering Mill; and he was in process of steeling himself to resist, whatever the costs, this preposterous plan when he was mercifully released by death.
Ditmar towered above these foreigners, who were mostly undersized: a student of human nature and civilization, free from industrial complexes, would from that point of vantage have had much to gather from the expressions coming within his view, but to Ditmar humanity was a means to an end.
But we have the proof that dynamite was in the satchel, we've found the contractor from whom it was bought. I was a fool I might have known that you loved Ditmar." "I hate him!" said Janet. "It is the same thing," said Rolfe. She did not answer.... He watched her in silence as she put on her hat and coat and left the room.
Why, I have a picture of him here." He opened a drawer in his desk and drew out a photograph. Janet gazed at it sympathetically. "It doesn't give you any notion of those eyes of his," Ditmar said, reminiscently. "They looked right through a man's skull, no matter how thick it was. If anything went wrong, I never wasted any time in telling him about it, and I guess it was one reason he liked me.
She was thinking of Ditmar as she had left him gripping his chair, as he had dismissed her for the day, curtly, almost savagely. She had wounded and repelled him, and lingering in her was that exquisite touch of fear a fear now not so much inspired by Ditmar as by the semi-acknowledged recognition of certain tendencies and capacities within herself.
Holster approached him, menacingly, until the two men stood almost touching, and for a moment it seemed to Janet as if the agent of the Clarendon were ready to strike Ditmar. She held her breath, her blood ran faster, the conflict between these two made an elemental appeal. "All right remember what I say wait and see where you come out with that order." Holster's voice trembled with anger.
In spite of the surprising discovery in his office of a young woman of such a disquieting, galvanic quality, it must not be supposed that Mr. Claude Ditmar intended to infringe upon a fixed principle. He had principles.
From Lise she had been prepared for suspicion, arraignment, ridicule. What a vindication if it were disclosed that she, Janet, had a lover and that lover Ditmar! But Lise said nothing. She was remote, self-absorbed. Hannah spoke about it on the evenings Janet stayed at home. She would not consent to meet Ditmar every evening.
Why, I could show you a dozen who worked in the mills a few years ago and are capitalists to-day." "I don't doubt it, Mr. Ditmar," Siddons gracefully conceded. "But what does it prove? Merely the cruelty of an economic system based on ruthless competition. The great majority who are unable to survive the test pay the price. And the community also pays the price, the state and nation pay it.
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