“Father,” said one of the committee, “I don’t like that old party you brought out with you yesterday. All night long in his sleep he was muttering: ‘Down with the millionaire; curse the capitalist’—that man is an anarchist.”
A moment later the second member of the committee came in.
“Mr. Floyd, you know that wooden box that ‘Whiskers’ brought with him?” he asked, nervously; “I put my ear down to it and listened. I could hear something inside going tick, tick, tick, as plain as day.”
“You are excited,” I said. “After breakfast send the man to me.”
In my room the German and myself talked a long time.
I asked him about the University of Heidelberg, the influence of the student in German politics and of the world-wide socialistic movement—had he ever read the works of Karl Marx, the great Socialist?
No, he never had.
Had he ever read La Salle, the anarchist?
No.