“Impossible. Absurd, as well,” acknowledged the other
“Can you even criticize Marrineal?”
The jurist reared his gaunt, straight form up from his chair and walked across to the window, peering out into the darkness before he answered with a sort of restrained passion.
“God o’ mercies, Banneker! Do you ask me to judge other men’s acts, outside the rules of law? Haven’t I enough problems in reconciling my own conscience to conserving the interests of my clients, as I must, in honor, do? No; no! Don’t expect me to judge, in any matter of greater responsibilities. I’m answerable to a small handful of people. You—your Patriot is answerable to a million. Everything you print, everything you withhold, may have incalculable influence on the minds of men. You can corrupt or enlighten them with a word. Think of it! Under such a weight Atlas would be crushed. There was a time long ago—about the time when you were born—when I thought that I might be a journalist; thought it lightly. To-day, knowing what I know, I should be terrified to attempt it for a week, a day! I tell you, Banneker, one who moulds the people’s beliefs ought to have the wisdom of a sage and the inspiration of a prophet and the selflessness of a martyr.”
A somber depression veiled Banneker. “One must have the sense of authority, too,” he said at length with an effort. “If that is undermined, you lose everything. I’ll fight for that.”
With an abrupt motion his host reached up and drew the window shade, as it might be to shut out a darkness too deep for human penetration.
“What does your public care about whether The Patriot loses the city advertising; or even know about it?”
“Not the public. But the other newspapers. They’ll know, and they’ll use it against us.... Enderby, we can beat Bob Laird for reelection.”
“If that’s a threat,” returned the lawyer equably, “it is made to the wrong person. I couldn’t control Laird in this matter if I wanted to. He’s an obstinate young mule—for which Heaven be praised!”
“No; it isn’t a threat. It’s a declaration of war, if you like.”