"While I have been around the corner laughing and dancing with a lot of idiots. And you seem as cheerful as though you had been listening to ravishing music!" "Yes, I must be cheerful." "How do you endure it? Yet it fascinates me, this life--in touch with drama more thrilling than poets dream. It seems to me I'm just beginning to live. I am very grateful to you." He looked into her face, smiling. "The gratitude is on my side. You are going to be more popular than the pastor." "I'm sure you will not be jealous." "Hardly, as long as I hear the extravagant things you are telling your girls about loyalty to the leader." She blushed and turned her violet eyes frankly on him. "I believe in loyalty." He answered with a look of gratitude. "We must go first to that store for Ludlow. He's the best deacon in the church, a staunch friend, a loyal, tireless worker." Gordon waited patiently at the store a half hour and succeeded in reaching the Manager. As they left, he said to Kate: "Did you see that crowd of two hundred men waiting at his door?" "Yes; what were they doing there?" "Waiting their turn to see the Manager. They will come back to-morrow, and next day and next day, just like that. I felt mean to sneak in ahead of them by a private door because my card could open it. The Manager gave me a note to the head of the department Ludlow wishes to enter and asked him to suspend the rule against men fifty years of age and give my man a trial. In return for this favour he coolly asked me to deliver a lecture before his employees that will cost me a week's work. I had to do it. The head of the department who read the note told me to send Ludlow to see him, but he scowled at me as though he would like to tear my eyes out. He will put him on and discharge him in a month for some frivolous offense." They boarded a Broadway car and got off at City Hall Park. "Where are you going down here?" she asked. "To a building that collapsed yesterday and killed thirty working people. That house was condemned fifteen years ago by the Inspector. But its owner was a friend of the Boss, and it stood till it fell and killed those people." The street was blocked by the fire department playing their streams on the smouldering ruins, while gangs of men worked cleaning away the rubbish and searching for dead bodies. A crowd of relatives and friends were pressing close to the ropes. Many of them had stood there all night, crazed with grief, wringing their hands, hoping and praying they might find some token of love left of those dear to them, and yet hoping against hope that they might find nothing and that their beloved would appear, saved by some miracle. Gordon had promised a mother whose daughter was missing to help her in the search. She did not know where her own child worked. She only knew it was downtown near the City Hall. A building had fallen in, and she had not come home.