at me--close."

He did as she directed, but saw nothing, his mind being in chaos.
It had been her intention to call Lorelei to witness this dramatic
disclosure and thus enhance its effect, but in the excitement of
the moment she forgot. "Look at me," she repeated. "I'm Lily
Levinski."

"Levinski. A Jew?" he exclaimed, in naive surprise.

"Yes. I'm Joe Levinski's girl. Don't you remember?"

Many times she had rehearsed this declaration, picturing the
consternation, the dawning horror it would cause, and deriving a
fierce, quivering pleasure from the anticipation, but the real
effect was disappointing. Hammon only blinked stupidly, repeating:

"A Jew!" It was plain that the name meant nothing.

She slid down from her perch and approached him, crying roughly,
"Don't you remember Joe Levinski?" Hammon shook his head. "He
worked for you in the Bessemer plant of the old Kingman mill.
Don't you remember?"

"There were four thousand men--"

"He was killed when the converter dumped. You were rushing the
work. Do you remember now?" Her words came swift and shrill.

Hammon started; a frown drew his brows together. His mind groped