"And you--you betrayed them," I said; and I hurried on, piling on the fuel, all I had. "They have power, the people have, and they have needs, great common needs; and they have great common wealth. All your fat, rich franchises, all your great social values, the values added to land and franchise by the presence of the great, common, numerous mass, all the city's public property--all are theirs, their common property. They own enough in common to meet all their great common needs, and they have an organization to keep for them and to develop for their use and profit all these great needed social values. It is the city; the city government; city, State, and national. And they have, they breed in their own ranks, men like you, natural political leaders, to go into public life and lead them, teach them, represent them. And they leave it all to you, trusting you. And you, all of you--not you alone, Boss, but all of you: ward leaders; State leaders; all the national political bosses--you all betray them. You receive from them their votes, so faithfully given, and you transform them into office-holders whom you teach or corrupt and compel to obey you. So you reorganize the city government. You, not the Mayor, are the head of it; you, not the council, are its legislature; you, not the heads of departments, are the administrators of the property and the powers of the people of your city; the common, helpless, friendless people. And, having thus organized and taken over all this power and property and--this beautiful faith, you do not protect their rights and their property. What do you do with it, Boss?" He started. He could not answer. I answered for him: "You sell 'em out; you turn over the whole thing--the city, its property, and its people--to Business, to the big fellows; to the business leaders of the people. You deliver, not only franchises, privileges, private rights and public properties, and values, Boss: you--all of you together--have delivered the government itself to these men, so that today this city, this State, and the national government represent, normally, not the people, not the great mass of common folk, who need protection, but--Business; preferably bad business; privileged business; a class; a privileged class." He had sunk back among the pillows, his eyes closed, his fingers still. I sounded him. "That's the system," I repeated. "It's an organization of social treason, and the political boss is the chief traitor. It couldn't stand without the submission of the people; the real bosses have to get that. They can't buy the people--too many of them; so they buy the people's leaders, and the disloyalty of the political boss is the key to the whole thing." These was no response. I plumbed him again. "And you--you believe in loyalty, Boss," I said--"in being true to your own." His eyes opened. "That's your virtue, you say, and you said, too, that you have practiced it." "Don't," he murmured. A Ballad of Dead Girls