"What is it?" he demanded, without looking up from his work.
"This letter to the Secretary of the Unionist Association, Nottingham!"
"Well?"
"Mr. Maraton is to go there Thursday, to address a meeting,—a Unionist meeting."
Aaron glowered at her from over his typewriter.
"Why not? It's Mr. Foley's idea. He wants Mr. Maraton in Parliament.
Why not?"
"But as a Unionist!" she gasped. "Nottingham isn't a Labour constituency at all."
"He is coming in as a Unionist, so as to have a free hand. We don't want any interference from Peter Dale and that lot."
She looked at him aghast. Peter Dale and his colleagues had been gods a few weeks ago!
"Can't you see," Aaron continued irritably, "that the coming of Maraton has changed many things? A man like that can't serve under anybody, and no man could come as a stranger and lead the Labour Party. He has to be outside. This is a working man's constituency. He is pledged to fight Capital, fight it tooth and nail."