He kept his place. As he waved the mysterious document before their
faces, the cries weakened; curiosity hushed them.
"One member of that committee, a man who had no right on it, for he had
no union card----"
"As Paul Judson has!" Jensen cut in sharply, amid indignant demands to
keep quiet.
"One member of that committee has been--a scab! As he may be a scab
again, when he pleases to. I have here," he opened the paper, so that
the large red seals were displayed to all, "--affidavits from
Connecticut, proving that 'Mister' Pelham Judson, 'Comrade' Judson if
brother Jensen wants to call him that, in October, 1913, in New Haven,
acted as a scab during a strike of conductors and motormen on the New
Haven Electric Company, and helped to break that strike. He's kept quiet
about it; I can't. And I say that such a man should be kicked out of all
affiliation with the labor movement, here or elsewhere!"
"It's not true," shrieked Jensen and a score of fervid socialists. One
brawny Norwegian started for the platform. "I'll tear out dat dam'
liar's tongue." The sergeant-at-arms pulled him back.
Pelham rose, pale and trembling.