For a moment the advance is checked.

Turning to the windows, the infuriated men shatter them one by one, and like the sea pouring into a breach in a ship, they enter the house.  One of the first to enter runs to the doors and flings them open.  “Come in!” he shouts.  “This is ours for to-day.”

A marble staircase leads from the first floor to the one above.  This marvellous masterpiece had been made in Europe and imported.  It cost two hundred thousand dollars—­more than the appraised value of the two thousand hovels of the crowd that now trample upon its polished steps.

Up this staircase the impetuous leaders run.  At the head of the stairs is the library, the room in which the tragedy has been enacted.

On the floor in this room is the body of Metz.  It has not been disturbed.

The body of the Magnate has been removed to his bed-room to be prepared for burial.

O’Neil and two members of the Committee of Labor take up the prostrate form of their friend and make their way toward the door.  It is not their intention to commit any violence in the house.  Yet, as is always the case when men are under high mental tension, there is an element that cannot resist the instinctive craving of the animal spirit for blood.

“The sewer was good enough for Metz,” exclaims an ironworker, ferociously.  It’s good enough for Purdy.”

“Where is Purdy’s body?”

This question now presents itself to the invaders.  It serves as the keynote for future action.

“Let’s find it,” suggests the ironworker.  And the search of the mansion is begun.

Anticipating that the crowd might demand the body of the multi-millionaire, his faithful attendants have hurriedly removed it to the top of the building.  It is concealed in the apartments of the chief butler.  A superficial hunt fails to reveal its place of concealment.  This intensifies the eagerness of the people to find it.  They are positive it was on the premises, for the crowd without completely surrounds the palace.

Again are the gorgeous furnishings of the forty rooms thrown helter-skelter.  Costly cabinets that refuse to yield to first pressure, are wrenched open.  The frightened butler and the corps of other servants are impressed into the search.  They are compelled to give up the keys to all closets and rooms.  As case after case of silver and gold service are disclosed, the vulture element pounces upon them.  For every piece there are fifty contestants, and the result is a wild scrimmage which prevents any one getting so much as a spoon without paying dearly for it.

Half an hour of vain search heats the tempers of the men to the fever point.  Those with the butler finally threaten him with instant death if he does not disclose the whereabouts of the body, and reluctantly he obeys.  Hounds falling upon their quarry could not exhibit more ferocity than the mob as it pounces upon the corpse.