“I'm glad you spoke of that, for it is a thing to avoid. Interesting, I grant, but not popular with our kind of press. We are not servants of the minority or the elect. You'll find Boylan exploiting the army he's with—just as another might have done under Napoleon. By the way, where are you going to-night?”
“I'm going to sit at the feet of the most genial anarchist at large. His name is Fallows, an American, who has been ten years in Russia among the peasants.”
“Duke Fallows—I know of him. When did he come to town?”
“Two days ago.”
“Peter, how did you get next?” Lonegan looked a bit in awe at the other.
“I was asked to one of his private audiences last night.”
Peter knew that Lonegan had many things to ask by the quick tone in which he spoke the first question.
“You know what Fallows will do to you?”
“Yes, if one lets go. He has learned how to use his power. He has brought forth his young upon the bare rocks, as somebody said.”
“He'd turn an angel into an anarchist.”