You know as well as I know--better, perhaps--that all real power in the world, today, whether economic or political--nay, even the power of life and death, the power of breath or strangulation, has clotted at Niagara, in the central offices of the Air Trust; nay, right in Flint and Waldron's own inner office!" Gabriel had stood up, while speaking; and now, pacing the floor of the big living-room, glanced first at one eager and familiar face, then at another.
"Comrades," said he, "we should not sleep, tonight.

We should get out all our plans and data, all the dispatches that have come to us here, all the information at hand about our organization, whether open or subterranean.

We should make this room and this time, in fact, the place and the hour for the planning of the last great blow on which hangs the fate of the world.

If it succeed, the human race goes free again.

If it fail--and God forbid!--then the whole world will lie in the grip of Flint and Waldron! With our other centers broken up and under espionage, our press forced into impotence--save our underground press--and political action now rendered farcical as ever it was in Mexico, when Diaz ruled, we have but one recourse!" "And that is ?" asked Catherine.