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"
But
can
we
get
away
with
it
?
"
asked
Wesley
Mouch
.
His
voice
was
high
with
anger
and
thin
with
fear
.
Nobody
answered
him
.
James
Taggart
sat
on
the
edge
of
an
armchair
,
not
moving
,
looking
up
at
him
from
under
his
forehead
,
Orren
Boyle
gave
a
vicious
tap
against
an
ashtray
,
shaking
the
ash
off
his
cigar
.
Dr
.
Floyd
Ferris
smiled
.
Mr
.
Weatherby
folded
his
lips
and
hands
.
Fred
Kinnan
,
head
of
the
Amalgamated
Labor
of
America
,
stopped
pacing
the
office
,
sat
down
on
the
window
sill
and
crossed
his
arms
.
Eugene
Lawson
,
who
had
sat
hunched
downward
,
absent
-
mindedly
rearranging
a
display
of
flowers
on
a
low
glass
table
,
raised
his
torso
resentfully
and
glanced
up
.
Mouch
sat
at
his
desk
,
with
his
fist
on
a
sheet
of
paper
.
It
was
Eugene
Lawson
who
answered
.
"
That
’
s
not
,
it
seems
to
me
,
the
way
to
put
it
.
We
must
not
let
vulgar
difficulties
obstruct
our
feeling
that
it
’
s
a
noble
plan
motivated
solely
by
the
public
welfare
.
It
’
s
for
the
good
of
the
people
.
The
people
need
it
.
Need
comes
first
,
so
we
don
’
t
have
to
consider
anything
else
.
"
Nobody
objected
or
picked
it
up
;
they
looked
as
if
Lawson
had
merely
made
it
harder
to
continue
the
discussion
.
But
a
small
man
who
sat
unobtrusively
in
the
best
armchair
of
the
room
,
apart
from
the
others
,
content
to
be
ignored
and
fully
aware
that
none
of
them
could
be
unconscious
of
his
presence
,
glanced
at
Lawson
,
then
at
Mouch
,
and
said
with
brisk
cheerfulness
,
"
That
’
s
the
line
,
Wesley
.
Tone
it
down
and
dress
it
up
and
get
your
press
boys
to
chant
it
—
and
you
won
’
t
have
to
worry
.
"
"
Yes
,
Mr
.
Thompson
,
"
said
Mouch
glumly
.
Mr
.
Thompson
,
the
Head
of
the
State
,
was
a
man
who
possessed
the
quality
of
never
being
noticed
.
In
any
group
of
three
,
his
person
became
indistinguishable
,
and
when
seen
alone
it
seemed
to
evoke
a
group
of
its
own
,
composed
of
the
countless
persons
he
resembled
.
The
country
had
no
clear
image
of
what
he
looked
like
:
his
photographs
had
appeared
on
the
covers
of
magazines
as
frequently
as
those
of
his
predecessors
in
office
,
but
people
could
never
be
quite
certain
which
photographs
were
his
and
which
were
pictures
of
"
a
mail
clerk
"
or
"
a
white
-
collar
worker
,
"
accompanying
articles
about
the
daily
life
of
the
undifferentiated
—
except
that
Mr
.
Thompson
’
s
collars
were
usually
wilted
.
He
had
broad
shoulders
and
a
slight
body
.
He
had
stringy
hair
,
a
wide
mouth
and
an
elastic
age
range
that
made
him
look
like
a
harassed
forty
or
an
unusually
vigorous
sixty
.
Holding
enormous
official
powers
,
he
schemed
ceaselessly
to
expand
them
,
because
it
was
expected
of
him
by
those
who
had
pushed
him
into
office
.
He
had
the
cunning
of
the
unintelligent
and
the
frantic
energy
of
the
lazy
.
The
sole
secret
of
his
rise
in
life
was
the
fact
that
he
was
a
product
of
chance
and
knew
it
and
aspired
to
nothing
else
.
"
It
’
s
obvious
that
measures
have
to
be
taken
.
Drastic
measures
,
"
said
James
Taggart
,
speaking
,
not
to
Mr
.
Thompson
,
but
to
Wesley
Mouch
.
"
We
can
’
t
let
things
go
the
way
they
’
re
going
much
longer
.
"
