“When they come at you en masse, yes!”
Palla laughed. “Dear,” she said, “there is no 143 nation-wide Terrorist plot. These mental defectives are not in mass anywhere in America.”
“They are in dangerous groups everywhere. And every group is devoting its cunning to turning the working masses into a vast mob of the Black Hundred! They did it in Russia. They are working for it all over the world. You do not believe it?”
“No, I don’t, Ilse.”
“Very well. You shall come with me this evening. Are you busy?”
The thought of Jim glimmered in her mind. He might feel aggrieved. But he ought to begin to realise that he couldn’t be with her every evening.
“No, I haven’t any plans, Ilse,” she said, “no definite engagement, I mean. Will you dine at home with me?”
“Early, then. Because there is a meeting which you and I shall attend. It is an education.”
“An anarchist meeting?”
“Yes, Reds. I think we should go––perhaps take part–––”