He had cleaned out the tangles, set the thing going,
restored order and method; and the confidence of Canada was
flowing back. Then Howard had made love to Marion in his
persistent dominating fashion . . . . and here, with her
whispered confession, was the fairy story ended.
Marion pointed her finger out north, where, far across the
valley, a great country-house sat on the summit of a wooded hill.
"Clinton has discovered the Commissioner's secret, Sarah," she
said. "The safety of the public isn't the only thing moving old
Crewe to hammer the railroad. He pretends it is. But in fact he
wishes to get control of the road in a bankrupt court."
She paused.
"Crewe is a Nietzsche creature. Victory is the only thing with
him. Nothing else counts. The way the road was going he would
have got it in the bankrupt court by now. He's howling `safety
first' all over the country. `Negligence' is the big word in
every report he issues. It won't do for Clinton to have an
accident now that any degree of human foresight could have
prevented."
"Well," I said, "the dragon will give the hero no further
trouble.
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