Once in the rooms of the Campaign Committee he receives the messages direct from the Javelin office over a special wire.

He is as ignorant of the true condition of affairs as any of the public.  What to think of the wholesale destruction of the leading magnates, is a riddle to him.

  “WILKES-BARRE, PA., Oct. 13th.

Gorman Purdy was murdered in his house at 2 o’clock this afternoon, by Carl Metz.  After shooting Purdy, Metz committed suicide.  Come to Wilkes-Barre at once.  Miners are threatening to sack the palaces on the esplanade.  Ethel is in great danger.  MARTHA.”

This telegram is handed to Trueman.  He reads it; re-reads it.  The full import flashes upon him.  He knows the character of the miners; knows that there is an element which will take advantage of every opportunity to commit acts of violence.  He pictures Ethel at her home, besieged by the mob of miners.

“I must get to Wilkes-Barre immediately,” he declares.

“Mr. Benson, will you telephone to the Inter-State Railroad and ask when the next train leaves for Wilkes-Barre?  If there is not one within an hour, ask if it is possible to engage a special.  I must reach Wilkes-Barre as quickly as possible.

“Here, read this,” and he hands his secretary the telegram.

“Send this message to Martha Densmore.  Address it, ’Sister Martha, Care of the Mount Hope Seminary, Wilkes-Barre, Pa., I leave for Wilkes-Barre at once.’  If you can find out the time the train will leave, state it in the message to Martha.”

In five minutes Benson returns to inform Trueman that the Keystone Express will leave at 3.30 P.M.  This gives Trueman thirty minutes to catch the train.  He hurries to the street and jumps into a cab.

“Drive to the Twenty-third street ferry as fast as you can.  I’ll give you an extra dollar if you make the four o’clock boat,” he tells the cab driver.

“All right Mr. Trueman,” replies the man, who recognizes the people’s candidate.  “You’ll get the boat.  Don’t worry about that.”

From Twenty-third street and Broadway the cab starts.  It turns west on Twenty-fourth street.  Then the driver whips up his horse.  At Eleventh Avenue a freight train is passing.  It will delay Trueman for five minutes.  He jumps from the cab.

“Mr. Benson will pay you,” he calls to the cab-man.  The train moves down the street at a slow rate of speed.

Trueman jumps on a car, climbs across it and jumps to the street.  At a run he makes for the ferry house.

As he passes the gateman he throws down a silver piece for ferry fare and rushes toward the boat.  Half a minute later the boat draws out of the slip.  When he enters the train, Trueman seats himself in the smoking-car.  The man next to him is reading a late extra which he has bought at Cortlandt street.

Glancing over the man’s shoulder, Trueman reads of the deaths of financiers, statesmen, manufacturers.  All have met sudden and violent deaths, and in each instance there is announced the suicide or accidental death of an unknown companion.