“Print nothing at all?”
“Not a word.”
“That isn’t what I expected from you. Why do you advise it?”
“Loyalty.”
“The paralytic virtue,” said Banneker with such bitterness of conviction that Io answered:
“I suppose you don’t mean that to be simply clever.”
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
“There’s a measure of truth in it. But, Ban, you can’t use Mr. Marrineal’s own paper to expose conditions in Mr. Marrineal’s mother’s mills. If he’d even directed you to hold off—”
“That’s his infernal cleverness. I’d have told him to go to the devil.”
“And resigned?”