As for Mrs. Wanser, she was profoundly displeased with the face, apparel, carriage, and particularly the manner of her unknown caller, which was abrupt and brusque.
“You go to the motion pictures, madam,” he stated.
“Yes,” she said, wondering.
“On the 11th you were at the Gayety. A Four-Minute-Man spoke. You protested to the management.”
“I did. I told the manager he’d lose my custom if they let such nonsense go on.”
“The speaker was Professor Brender, of the University—”
“A German,” she broke in. “And he gets up in public and makes shame of Germany.”
“As a Four-Minute-Man he speaks with the authority of the Government. On the 14th you protested to the Orpheum.”
“You been spying on me,” said the lady, wrathfully.
“Certainly. You’re a suspicious person. Take my advice. Stop talking, or if you must talk, talk like an American. Propaganda is a dangerous game. Go to those two movie managers and withdraw—”