Then after a time came quiet, for the object of the attack stood in his elevated position, unruffled, stern, turning bold front to right and left as men barked at him.
“I am here where all may look on me,” he said. “Let one or all of those who are attacking me stand forth in view, too.”
No one stood up.
“It's a cowardly man who will not put his name to a letter or show his face when he makes an accusation,” cried Farr.
“How about a man who doesn't dare to use his own name?” This questioner remained in ambush.
“Your right name isn't Walker Farr and you know it isn't,” bellowed a voice on the opposite side of the hall.
Other voices pot-shotted at him with the words, “Nelson Sinkler.”
“Will one man in this convention stand up and show himself so that I can talk to him face to face?” shouted the man at bay.
Detective Mullaney and Richard Dodd could not find seats. The others were sitting, and the two were marked men.
“Well, Dodd, you have been whispering. What have you to say aloud?” demanded the man they were baiting.