He did not quit the old house. He remained there in hiding to direct the
strike. He was still there when Hennery packed the glowing Venice of Mr.
Turner and the handsome malignant portrait of John Shane to be shipped
to Lily in Paris. From the old house he sent out to the strikers message
after message of encouragement and exhortation, until, at last, the
strike was lost and there was no longer either need or place for him in
the Mills or in the Town. No one knew when he went away or whither it
was he went.
And the greatest of all the stories of Shane’s Castle remained a secret.
The Town knew nothing of the greatest sacrifice ever made within its
walls.