“Yes. We’re just forming a post here, but I suppose I might as well join in Chicago now.”
“Fine,” said Griffith. “This is a military organization, you see. We want to get that element into it. How soon can you leave?”
Robert considered.
“Almost any time. There is nothing really to hinder me at all. In a week, say, if you want me to.”
“The sooner the better. I’ll have Mrs. Ward fix you up with a supply of propaganda materials. I see you’ve got a copy of The Clarion. Of course, you understand, The Clarion’s published by The Clarion Publishing Company. But it’s all good stuff. Read the article about the Catholics.”
“Is that true about the Knights of Columbus trying to control politics in this country?”
Griffith laughed.
“Read some of the stuff we’ve prepared. There’s a pamphlet by Prof. Lorner that’s a knockout, positively a knockout. And you want to read the K. C. oath.”
Griffith and the Rev. Mr. Lister shook hands with him. Mrs. Ward was directed to get a complete Grand Bogey’s layout ready and a few pieces of literature were thrust into his hand.
“We’ll run you through the other degrees so you can qualify for a Grand Bogey,” said Griffith. “We’re getting another young captain—good family, good mixer—for New York. Keep your eyes peeled for recruits. Drop in again tomorrow at this time. And read this literature. It’s good ammunition.”