“I’ll give you two ten minutes,” she announced, and closed the door behind her.
Stanley, grinning, drew a chair up to the bedside and sat down.
“Something of a Tartar,” he observed.
“Yes, bless her, where I’m concerned. She’s the best woman on earth and the biggest hearted. Now, what’s the news?”
“Well, sir,” said Stanley, crossing his legs deliberately, “this big sensation sort of took people’s minds off the strike, and the situation hasn’t been watched as close as it might have been. I’ve had to be away a good deal, attendin’ the hearin’ an’ lookin’ after things, and I kind of think some of the strikers got at our men.”
“How could they do that?”
“I suspect one of my men of givin’ us the double cross—I fired him to-day.”
“But what makes you think the strikers got at the men?”
“Well, three more pulled out yesterday without waitin’ fer their pay, and I hear they joined the brotherhood last night.”
Allan’s face cleared.