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“
We
’
ve
got
the
very
assemblymen
themselves
,
”
came
back
the
answering
shout
.
“
Let
Derrick
speak
.
Where
is
he
hiding
?
If
this
is
a
lie
,
let
him
deny
it
.
Let
HIM
DISPROVE
the
charge
.
”
“
Derrick
,
Derrick
,
”
thundered
the
Opera
House
.
Keast
wheeled
about
.
Where
was
Magnus
?
He
was
not
in
sight
upon
the
stage
.
He
had
disappeared
.
Crowding
through
the
throng
of
Leaguers
,
Keast
got
from
off
the
stage
into
the
wings
.
Here
the
crowd
was
no
less
dense
.
Nearly
every
one
had
a
copy
of
the
“
Mercury
.
”
It
was
being
read
aloud
to
groups
here
and
there
,
and
once
Keast
overheard
the
words
,
“
Say
,
I
wonder
if
this
is
true
,
after
all
?
”
“
Well
,
and
even
if
it
was
,
”
cried
Keast
,
turning
upon
the
speaker
,
“
we
should
be
the
last
ones
to
kick
.
In
any
case
,
it
was
done
for
our
benefit
.
It
elected
the
Ranchers
’
Commission
.
”
“
A
lot
of
benefit
we
got
out
of
the
Ranchers
’
Commission
,
”
retorted
the
other
.
“
And
then
,
”
protested
a
third
speaker
,
“
that
ain
’
t
the
way
to
do
—
if
he
DID
do
it
—
bribing
legislatures
.
Why
,
we
were
bucking
against
corrupt
politics
.
We
couldn
’
t
afford
to
be
corrupt
.
”
Keast
turned
away
with
a
gesture
of
impatience
.
He
pushed
his
way
farther
on
.
At
last
,
opening
a
small
door
in
a
hallway
back
of
the
stage
,
he
came
upon
Magnus
.
The
room
was
tiny
.
It
was
a
dressing
-
room
.
Only
two
nights
before
it
had
been
used
by
the
leading
actress
of
a
comic
opera
troupe
which
had
played
for
three
nights
at
Bonneville
.
A
tattered
sofa
and
limping
toilet
table
occupied
a
third
of
the
space
.
The
air
was
heavy
with
the
smell
of
stale
grease
paint
,
ointments
,
and
sachet
.
Faded
photographs
of
young
women
in
tights
and
gauzes
ornamented
the
mirror
and
the
walls
.
Underneath
the
sofa
was
an
old
pair
of
corsets
.
The
spangled
skirt
of
a
pink
dress
,
turned
inside
out
,
hung
against
the
wall
.
And
in
the
midst
of
such
environment
,
surrounded
by
an
excited
group
of
men
who
gesticulated
and
shouted
in
his
very
face
,
pale
,
alert
,
agitated
,
his
thin
lips
pressed
tightly
together
,
stood
Magnus
Derrick
.
“
Here
,
”
cried
Keast
,
as
he
entered
,
closing
the
door
behind
him
,
“
where
’
s
the
Governor
?
Here
,
Magnus
,
I
’
ve
been
looking
for
you
.
The
crowd
has
gone
wild
out
there
.
You
’
ve
got
to
talk
’
em
down
.
Come
out
there
and
give
those
blacklegs
the
lie
.
They
are
saying
you
are
hiding
.
”
