At eleven o'clock Adj.-Gen. Amos Totten set up the cinch of his sword-belt
by a couple of holes and began another tour of inspection of the State
House. He considered that the parlous situation in state affairs demanded
full dress. During the evening he had been going on his rounds at
half-hour intervals. On each trip he had been much pleased by the strict,
martial discipline and alertness displayed by his guardsmen. The alertness
was especially noticeable; every soldier was tautly at 'tention when the
boss warrior hove in sight. General Totten was portly and came down hard
on his heels with an elderly man's slumping gait, and his sword clattered
loudly and his movements were as well advertised as those of a belled cat
in a country kitchen.
In the interims, between the tours of General Totten, Captain Danny
Sweetsir did his best to keep his company up to duty pitch. But he was
obliged to admit to himself that the boys were not taking the thing as
seriously as soldiers should.
Squads were scattered all over the lower part of the great building,
guarding the various entrances. While Captain Sweetsir was lecturing the
tolerant listeners of one squad, he was irritably aware that the boys of
the squads that were not under espionage were doing nigh about everything
that a soldier on duty should not do, their diversions limited only by
their lack of resources.
Therefore, when General Totten complimented him at eleven o'clock, Captain
Sweetsir had no trouble at all in disguising his gratification and in
assuming the approved, sour demeanor of military gravity. Even then his
ears, sharpened by his indignation, caught the clicking of dice on tiles.
"Of course, there will be no actual trouble to-night," said the general,
removing his cap and stroking his bald head complacently. "I have assured
the boys that there will be no trouble. But this experience is excellent
military training for them, and I'm pleased to note that they're
thoroughly on the _qui vive_."
Captain Sweetsir, on his own part, did not apprehend trouble, either, but
the A.-G.'s bland and unconscious encouragement of laxity was distinctly
irritating, "Excuse me, sir, but I have been telling 'em right along that
there will be a rumpus. I was trying to key 'em up!"
"Remember that you're a citizen as well as a soldier!" The general rebuked
his subaltern sternly. "Don't defame the fair name of your city and state,
sir! The guard has been called out by His Excellency, the
Commander-in-Chief, merely as a precaution. The presence of troops in the
State House--their mere presence here--has cleared the whole situation.
Mayor Morrison agrees with me perfectly on that point."
"He does?" demanded the captain, eagerly, showing relief. "Why, I was
afraid--" He checked himself.
"Of what, sir?"
"He didn't look like giving three cheers when I told him in the mill
office that we had been ordered out."
"Mayor Morrison called me on the telephone in the middle of the day and I
explained to him why it was thought necessary to have the State House
guarded."
"And what did he say?" urged the captain, still more eagerly. Again he
caught himself. He saluted. "I beg your pardon, General Totten. I have no
right to put questions to my superior officer."
But General Totten was not a military martinet. He was an amiable
gentleman from civil life, strong with the proletariat because he had been
through the chairs in many fraternal organizations and, therefore, handy
in politics; and he was strong with the Governor on account of another
fraternal tie--his sister was the Governor's wife. General Totten, as a
professional mixer, enjoyed a chat.
"That's all right, Captain! What did the mayor say, you ask? He
courteously made no comment. Official tact! He is well gifted in that
line. His manner spoke for him--signified his complete agreement. He was
cordially polite! Very!"
The general put on his cap and slanted it at a jaunty angle. "And he still
approves. Is very grateful for the manner in which I'm handling the
situation. He called me only a few minutes ago. From his residence! I
informed him that all was serene on Capitol Hill."
"And what did he say when he called you this time?"
"Nothing! Oh, nothing by way of criticism! Distinctly affable!"
Captain Sweetsir did not display the enthusiasm that General Totten seemed
to expect.
"Let's see, Captain! You are employed by him?"
"Not quite that way! I'm a mill student--learning the wool business at St.
Ronan's."
"Aren't you and Mayor Morrison friendly?"
"Oh yes! Certainly, sir! But--" Captain Sweetsir appeared to be having
much difficulty in completing his sentences, now that Stewart Morrison had
become the topic of conversation.
"But what?"
"He didn't say anything, you tell me?"
"His cordiality spoke louder than words. And, of course, I was glad to
meet him half-way. I have invited him to call at the State House, if he
cares to do so, though the hour is late. And now I come to the matter of
my business with you, Captain Sweetsir," stated the general, putting a
degree of official sanction on his garrulity in the case of this
subordinate. "If Mayor Morrison does come to the State House to-night, by
any chance, you may admit him."
"Did he say anything about coming?"
"Mayor Morrison understands that I am handling everything so tactfully
that an official visit by him might be considered a reflection on my
capability. His politeness equals mine, Captain. Undoubtedly he will not
trouble to come. If he should happen to call unofficially you will please
see to it that politeness governs."
"Yes, sir! But the other orders hold good, do they, politeness or no
politeness?"
"For mobs and meddling politicians, certainly! I put them all in the same
class in a time like this."
General Totten clucked a stuffy chuckle and clanked on his official way.
Captain Sweetsir heard a sound that was as fully exasperating as the click
of dice; somebody, somewhere in the dimly lighted rotunda, was snoring. He
had previously found sluggards asleep on settees; he went in search of the
latest offender. But his thoughts were occupied principally by reflection
on that peculiar reticence of the Morrison of St. Ronan's; Mill-student
Sweetsir was assailed by doubts of the correctness of General Totten's
comfortable conclusions. Mr. Sweetsir, in the line of business, had had
opportunity on previous occasions to observe the reaction of the
Morrison's reticence.
The adjutant-general did not bother with the elevator. He marched up the
middle of the grand stairway.
The State House was only partially illuminated with discreet stint of
lights. All the outside incandescents of dome, _porte-cochère_, and
vestibules had been extinguished. The inside lights were limited to those
in the corridors and the lobbies. The great building on Capitol Hill
seemed like a cowardly giant, clumsily intent on being inconspicuous.
General Totten did not harmonize with the hush. He was distinctly an
ambulatory noise in the corridor which led to the executive department. He
was announced informally, therefore, to His Excellency. There was no way
of announcing oneself formally to the Governor at that hour, except by
rapping on the door of the private chamber. The reception-room was empty,
the private secretary was not on duty, the messenger of the Governor and
of the Executive Council had been informed by Governor North that his
services would not be required for the rest of the evening.
Being both adjutant-general and brother-in-law, Totten did not bother to
knock.
The Governor was at his broad table in the center of the room; the big
chandelier above the table was ablaze, and the shadows of the grooves on
North's face were accentuated. He was staring at the opening door with an
expectancy that had been fully apprised as to the caller's identity, and
he was not cordial. "You make a devilish noise lugging that meat-cleaver
around, Amos. What's the use of all the full-dress nonsense?"
"Official example _and_"--the general bore down hard on the
conjunction--"the absolute necessity of a civilian officer getting into
uniform when he exercises authority. I know human nature!"
"All right! Maybe you do. But don't trip yourself up with that sword and
fall down and break your neck," advised the Governor, satirically
solicitous as one of the family. "Anything stirring down-stairs?"
"The situation is being handled perfectly. Everybody alert. It's wonderful
training for the guards."
"I haven't liked the sound of reports from the city. Has any news come to
you lately?"
"Nothing of special importance. Only a little disturbance, or the threat
of one, in the vicinity of Senator Corson's residence. His secretary
called up. I sent a few boys down there."
"A disturbance?" barked North.
"I didn't quite gather the details. The man ran his words together."
General Totten helped himself to one of his brother-in-law's cigars.
"This sounds serious. Why the infernal blazes don't you wake up?"
"An officer commanding troops mustn't be thrown off his poise by every
flurry. What would happen if I didn't keep my head?"
"When was this?"
"Oh, maybe half an hour ago," replied the adjutant-general, with martial
indifference to any mere rumblings of popular discontent.
"That's probably the reason why Corson hasn't got along yet. I'm expecting
him. I sent for him." North twitched his nose; his eye-glasses dropped off
and dangled at the end of their cord. "I have sent explicit orders to
Mayor Morrison to tend to that mob that he has been coddling. He's letting
'em get away from him, if what you say is so."
"Oh, the mayor and I are in perfect accord and are handling the situation.
I have just been talking with him on the telephone." Totten settled his
cigar into the corner of his mouth.
"Where is he?"
"At his residence! Showing that he isn't any more worried than I am."
"Well, if he has got the thing in hand again, I hope he'll stay at his
residence. If reports are anything to go by, he didn't help matters by
going down-town and making speeches to that rabble."
"Politeness wins in the long run, Lawrence, whether you're talking to the
mob or the masters. I make it my principle in life. Tact and diplomacy.
Harmony and--"
"Hell and repeat!" stormed North. "You and Morrison are not taking this
thing the way you ought to! In accord, say you! He is torching 'em up and
you are grinning while the fire burns! Fine team-work! Amos, you get in
accord with me and my orders. You keep away from Morrison till I can make
sure that he stands clean in his party loyalty."
His Excellency was stuttering in his wrath and the general determined to
be discreetly silent as to his recent tender of politeness to Morrison
through the captain of the guards. Furthermore, Totten's self-complacency
assured him that the mayor of Marion was leaving the affairs on Capitol
Hill in the hands of the accredited commander on Capitol Hill.
Governor North pulled open a drawer of the table. He threw a bunch of keys
to his brother-in-law. "I had the messenger leave these with me. Lock up
all the doors of the Council Chamber. Leave only my private door
unlocked."
The adjutant-general caught the keys. "But you certainly don't expect any
trouble up here, with my guards--"
"It's plenty enough of a job for a cat to watch one rat-hole! Lock up, I
tell you!"