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It was not the fact; The Sphere, for one, would have handled the strike on the basis of news interest, as Mr. Vanney well knew; wherefore he hated and pretended to despise The Sphere. But for his own purposes he answered: "Not a paper in New York would touch it. Except," he added negligently, "perhaps some lying, Socialist sheet. And let me warn you, Mr.
A gauntleted hand thrust through the window a slip of paper which he took. As he moved, a ray of light from the lamp, unblocked by his shoulder, fell upon the face of the person in the darkness, illuminating it to the astounded eyes of Mr. Horace Vanney. "Two of them are going home with me," said a voice. "Will you send these wires to the addresses?" "All right," replied Banneker, "and thank you.
And old Horace Vanney, pompous, vain, the most self-conscious of his genus, felt, though he could not analyze, the charm of it. A chance word indicated that Banneker was already "placed." At once, though almost insensibly, the attitude of Mr. Vanney eased; obviously there was no fear of his being "boned" for a job.
"It wasn't dishonest. The Ledger's too clever for that. It was unhonest. You can't be both neutral and fair on cold-blooded murder." "You weren't precisely neutral in The Courier." Edmonds chuckled. "I did rather put it over on the paper. But that was easy. Simply a matter of lining up the facts in logical sequence." "Horace Vanney says you're an anarchist." "It's mutual. I think he's one.
"Especially the six-year-old trouble-making thug who was shot through the lungs from behind." Mr. Vanney scowled. "Unfortunate. And the papers laid unnecessary stress upon that. Wholly unnecessary. Most unfair." "You would hardly accuse The Ledger, at least, of being unfair to the mill interests." "Yes.
Good-night." "Who was that?" barked Mr. Vanney, half rising. "A friend of mine." "I would swear to that face." He seemed quite excited. "I would swear to it anywhere. It is unforgettable. That was Camilla Van Arsdale. Was she in the wreck?" "No." "Don't tell me that it wasn't she! Don't try to tell me, for I won't believe it." "I'm not trying to tell you anything," Banneker pointed out.
Had not Horace Vanney, doubtless genuine in his belief, told him as much? "We're as fair and careful with our employees as any of our competitors." As a matter of fact there were, even then, scores of manufacturing plants within easy distance of New York, representing broad and generous policies and conducted on a progressive and humanistic labor system.
There he visited the strongly guarded mills, still making a feeble pretense of operating, talked with the harassed officials, the gang-boss of the strike-breakers, the "private guards," who had, in fact, practically assumed dominant police authority in the place; all of which was faithful to the programme arranged by Mr. Vanney.
With the accession to political control of Halloran and the old ring, the influence of Horace Vanney and those whom he represented, became as potent as it was secret.
Probably it was just as well that he should be broken in to life and new standards elsewhere than in the Vanney interests. Later, if he developed, watchfulness might show it to be worth while to.... "What is it that you have in mind, my boy?" inquired the benign Mr. Vanney. "I start in on The Ledger next month." "The Ledger! Indeed! I did not know that you had any journalistic experience."
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