“He's behind it all right,” Pink said grimly. “Maybe he didn't plant the bombs, but his infernal influence did it, just the same. Do you mean to say you've lived here all this time and don't know he is plotting a revolution? What if he didn't authorize these things last night? He is only waiting, to place a hundred bombs instead of three. A thousand, perhaps.”
“Oh, no!”
“We've got their own statements. Department of Justice found them. The fools, to think they can overthrow the government! Can you imagine men planning to capture this city and hold it?”
“It wouldn't be possible, Pink?”
“It isn't possible now, but they'll make a try at it.”
There was a short pause, with Lily struggling to understand. Pink's set face relaxed somewhat. All that night he had been fighting for his belief in her.
“I never dreamed of it, Pink. I suppose all the talk I've heard meant that, but I never—are you sure? About Jim Doyle, I mean.”
“We know he is behind it. We haven't got the goods on him yet, but we know. Cameron knows. You ask him and he'll tell you.”
“Willy Cameron?”
“Yes. He's had some vision, while the rest of us—! He's got a lot of us working now, Lily. We are on the right trail, too, although we lost some records last night that put us back a couple of months. We'll get them, all right. We'll smash their little revolution into a cocked hat.” It occurred to him, then, that this house was a poor place for such a confidence. “I'll tell you about it later. Get your things now, and let me take you home.”