Sitting in the office on the tract, Bunny pinned his father down on the matter of guards; did they really have to have guards against their own men?
“But surely, son,” protested Dad, “you can’t be serious! Leave three million dollars worth of property unprotected?”
“Where did we hire these guards, Dad?”
“We didn’t hire them, son; the Federation is handling that.”
“But couldn’t we have got guards of our own?”
“I don’t know any guards, or where to get them. I’d have had to go to some agency, jist the same.”
“And we couldn’t have used our own men, that we know?”
“Turn strikers into guards? Why, son, you must know that wouldn’t do!”
“Why not?”
“Well, for one thing, the insurance companies—imagine how quick they’d jump to cancel my fire insurance! And then, suppose I was to have a fire, I’d be ruined. Don’t you see that?”