s far as they go. They
don't go far enough. The trouble with you manufacturers is that you only
recognize one sort of trouble, and that's a strike. I suppose you know
that the Kaiser has said, if we enter the war, that he need not send an
army here at all. That his army is here already, armed and equipped."

"Bravado," said Clayton.

"I wonder!"

Mr. Dunbar reached into his breast pocket, and produced a long typed
memorandum.

"You might just glance at that."

Clayton read it carefully. It was a list of fires, mostly in granaries
and warehouses, and the total loss was appalling.

"All German work," said his visitor. "Arson, for the Fatherland. All
supplies for the Allies, you see. I've got other similar lists, here,
all German deviltry. And they're only commencing. If we go into the
war--"

The immediate result of the visit was that Clayton became a member of a
protective league which undertook, with his cooperation, to police
and guard the mill. But Mr. Dunbar's last words left him thinking
profoundly.

"We're going to be in it, that's sure. And soon. And Germany's army
is here. It's not only Germans either. It's the I.W.W., for one thing.
We've got a list through the British post-office censor, of a lot
of those fellows who are taking German money to-day. They're against
everything. Not only work. They're against law and order. And they're
likely to raise hell."

He rose to leave.

"How do your Germans like making shells for the Allies?" he asked.

"We haven't a great many. We've had no trouble. One man resigned--a boss
roller. That's all."

"Watch him. He's got a grievance."

"He's been here a long time. I haven't an idea he'd do us any harm. It
was a matter of principle with him."

"Oh, it's a matter of principle with all of them. They can justify
themselves seven ways to the ace. Keep an eye on him, or let us do it
for you."

Clayton sat for some time after Dunbar had gone. Was it possible that
Klein, or men like Klein, old employees and faithful for years, could be
reached by the insidious wickedness of Germany? It was incredible. But
then the whole situation was incredible; that a peaceful and home-loving
people, to all appearances, should suddenly shed the sheep skin of years
of dissimulation, and appear as the wolves of the world.

One of his men had died on the Lusitania, a quiet little chap, with a
family in the suburbs and a mania for raising dahlias. He had been in
the habit of bringi