the company hired labor detectives in Chicago last winter to come
down here and get hold of the union. He gave names--amounts
paid--the whole damn thing.''

``Um,'' said Hastings, rubbing his skinny hands along the shiny
pantaloons over his meagre legs. ``Um.''

``But that ain't all,'' pursued Kelly. ``He read out a list of
the men told off to pretend to set fire to the car barns and
start the riot--those Chicago chaps, you know.''

``I don't know anything about it,'' said Hastings sharply.

Kelly smiled slightly--amused scorn. It seemed absurd to him for
the old man to keep up the pretense of ignorance. In fact,
Hastings was ignorant--of the details. He was not quite the
aloof plutocrat of the modern school, who permits himself to know
nothing of details beyond the dividend rate and similar innocent
looking results of causes at which sometimes hell itself would
shudder. But, while he was more active than the
conscience-easing devices now working smoothly made necessary, he
never permitted himself to know any unnecessary criminal or
wicked fact about his enterprises.

``I don't know,'' he repeated. ``And I don't want to know.''

``Anyhow, Dorn gave away the whole thing. He even read a copy of
your letter of introduction to the governor--the one
you--according to Dorn--gave Fillmore when you sent him up to the
Capitol to arrange for the invitation to come after the riot.''