e should be no morrow's
"Clarion." Max Veltman, four days previously, had crawled home to his
apartment after a visit to the drug store where he had purchased
certain acids. With these he worked cunningly and with complete
absorption in his pursuit, neither stirring out of his own place nor
communicating with any fellow being. Consequently he knew nothing of the
sensation which had convulsed Worthington, nor of the "Clarion's" change
of policy. To his inflamed mind the Surtaine organ was a noxious thing,
and Harrington Surtaine the guilty partner in the profits of Milly's
death who had rejected the one chance to make amends.

Carrying a carefully wrapped bundle, he went forth into the streets on
Sunday evening, and wandered into the Rookeries district. A red-necked
man, standing on a barrel, was making a speech to a big crowd gathered
at one of the corners. Dimly-heard, the word "Clarion" came to Veltman's
ears.

"What's he saying?" he asked a neighbor.

"He's roastin' the ---- ---- 'Clarion,'" replied the man. "We ought to go
up there an' tear the buildin' down."

To Veltman it seemed quite natural that popular rage should be directed
toward the object of his hatred. He sat down weakly upon the curb and
waited to see what would happen.

Another chance auditor of that speech did not wait. McGuire Ellis stayed
just long enough to scent danger, and hurried back to the office.

"Trouble brewing down in the Rookeries," he told Hal.

"More than usual?"

"Different from the usual. There's a mob considering paying us a visit."

"The new press!" exclaimed Hal.

"Just what I was thinking. A rock or a bullet in its pretty little
insides would cost money."

"We'd better notify Police Headquarters."

"I have. They gave me the laugh. Told me it was a pipe-dream. They're
sore on us because of our attack on the department for dodging saloon
law enforcement."

"I don't like this, Mac," said Hal. "What a fool I was to put the press
in the most exposed place."

"Fortify it."

"With what?"

"The rolls."

Print-paper comes from the pulp-mills in huge cylinders, seven feet long
by four in diameter. The highest-powered small arm could not send a
bullet through the close-wrapped fabric. Ellis's plan offered perfect
protection if there was enough material to build the fortification. The
entire pressroom force was at once set to work, and in half an hour the
delicate and costly mechanism was protected behind an impenetrab