"He's right! I told him to cut the hawsers to sink the vessel!"
The president of the 'Longshoremen's Union broke into the silence that followed the confession.
"Phone the shipowners at once!" he called to his secretary.
The dock foreman was talking again.
"It was the intention to fasten the blame for the depredation on the 'longshoremen. We knew if that ship was turned over nothing could stop a strike. And we want a strike."
"Who hired you?" Grant cut in sharply.
"A man named Gates."
"First name?"
"I don't know."
"Address?"