"Give us the body," cry a hundred voices in chorus. "Go on, go on," shout the pressing thousands. "Go in and get it." The forces for a storm have been gathering since the first tidings of the tragedy reached the people. When they heard that Carl Metz, the foreman of the Keystone furnace, had killed Gorman Purdy and had then ended his own life, they were dumbfounded. Then as a lightning flash the information had spread that Metz had left a note explaining that he had killed the tyrannical Coal Magnate for the good of mankind. This word of explanation had clarified the confused thoughts in the minds of all. They read in that message their emancipation. The hour to strike a blow for their long lost rights had come. The opposition offered by the detective and Judson, proves to be the shock needed to precipitate the storm. By a single impulse the crowd rushes up the terrace. Its advance is irresistible. Both Judson and his hireling see the futility of attempting to resist the mob. They, therefore, withdraw within the house. As they enter they close the massive oak doors. Even as the doors swing to, the weight of a dozen powerful shoulders is thrown against them. 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.