* Ardis was completed in 1942 A.D., Asgard was not completed until 1984 A.D.  It was fifty-two years in the building, during which time a permanent army of half a million serfs was employed.  At times these numbers swelled to over a million—­without any account being taken of the hundreds of thousands of the labor castes and the artists.

Ernest was madly impatient to be out in the world and doing, for our ill-fated First Revolt, that had miscarried in the Chicago Commune, was ripening fast.  Yet he possessed his soul with patience, and during this time of his torment, when Hadly, who had been brought for the purpose from Illinois, made him over into another man* he revolved great plans in his head for the organization of the learned proletariat, and for the maintenance of at least the rudiments of education amongst the people of the abyss—­all this of course in the event of the First Revolt being a failure.

* Among the Revolutionists were many surgeons, and in vivisection they attained marvellous proficiency.  In Avis Everhard’s words, they could literally make a man over.  To them the elimination of scars and disfigurements was a trivial detail.  They changed the features with such microscopic care that no traces were left of their handiwork.  The nose was a favorite organ to work upon.  Skin-grafting and hair-transplanting were among their commonest devices.  The changes in expression they accomplished were wizard-like.  Eyes and eyebrows, lips, mouths, and ears, were radically altered.  By cunning operations on tongue, throat, larynx, and nasal cavities a man’s whole enunciation and manner of speech could be changed.  Desperate times give need for desperate remedies, and the surgeons of the Revolution rose to the need.  Among other things, they could increase an adult’s stature by as much as four or five inches and decrease it by one or two inches.  What they did is to-day a lost art.  We have no need for it.

It was not until January, 1917, that we left the refuge.  All had been arranged.  We took our place at once as agents-provocateurs in the scheme of the Iron Heel.  I was supposed to be Ernest’s sister.  By oligarchs and comrades on the inside who were high in authority, place had been made for us, we were in possession of all necessary documents, and our pasts were accounted for.  With help on the inside, this was not difficult, for in that shadow-world of secret service identity was nebulous.  Like ghosts the agents came and went, obeying commands, fulfilling duties, following clews, making their reports often to officers they never saw or cooperating with other agents they had never seen before and would never see again.

CHAPTER XXII

THE CHICAGO COMMUNE

As agents-provocateurs, not alone were we able to travel a great deal, but our very work threw us in contact with the proletariat and with our comrades, the revolutionists.  Thus we were in both camps at the same time, ostensibly serving the Iron Heel and secretly working with all our might for the Cause.  There were many of us in the various secret services of the Oligarchy, and despite the shakings-up and reorganizations the secret services have undergone, they have never been able to weed all of us out.