JULIA. It's certainly the truth about this one. Below me are two painters and a settlement worker, and next door is a blind Anarchist and a Yiddish poet. LAURA. What's the reason for it? JULIA. [Going to room off left with LAURA's things.] The places are clean and cheap; and whenever the poor can't pay their rent, we take their homes. JACK. The elimination of the unfit. LAURA. It sounds like a tragic explanation; but I guess it's true. [Looking at Jack.] And so this is Mr. Bullen. For such a famous revolutionist, I expected to find some one more dangerous-looking. JULIA. [Returning.] Don't make up your mind too soon about Jack. He's liable to startle you. LAURA. I'm not easily startled any more. I'm getting quite used to meeting revolutionists. JACK. You don't call them revolutionists that you meet at the settlement, I hope? LAURA. No; but all sorts of people come there. JULIA. By the way, Jack 'phoned me this afternoon, and said he'd invited a friend here. I hope you don't mind. LAURA. Why, no; not at all. Is it one of your Russian friends? JACK. Oh, no; he's an American. His name is Montague. I was just starting to tell Julia about him when you came in. LAURA. Go ahead. JACK. It was quite an adventure. I don't know that I've ever had one that was more exciting. And I've had quite some, you know. LAURA. Yes; I've been told so. JACK. It was last election day, in a polling place on the Bowery. I was a watcher for the Socialists, and this Montague was one of the watchers for the reform crowd. The other one was drunk, and so he had the work all to himself. It was in the heart of Leary's district, and the crowd there was a tough one, I can tell you. It was a close election. LAURA. Yes; I know. JACK. There'd been all kinds of monkey-work going on, and the box was full of marked and defective ballots, and Montague set to work to make them throw them out. I didn't pay much attention at first. I was only there to see that our own ballots were counted; but pretty soon I began to take interest. He had every one in the place against him. There was a Tammany inspector of elections and four tally clerks... all in with Tammany, of course. There were three or four Tammany policemen, and, outside of the railing, the worst crowd of toughs that ever you laid eyes on. To make matters worse, there were several men inside who had no business to be there... one of them a Judge of the City Court, and another a State's attorney... and all of them storming at Montague. JULIA. What did he do?