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“A friend of Mr. Clay.”
“He says bring you up.”
The elevator delivered her to a small foyer with a reception desk. A middle-aged woman at the desk pointed toward a series of rooms that spilled one into another. “Through there. Close each door behind you, please.”
Mary Higgins went through the first door, closed it, and in through a second. Each room was quieter than the last. In the third she found a closed door and knocked.
A strong male voice shouted, “Enter!”
She pushed through the door, closed it behind her, and gasped.
“My sculpture is Auguste Rodin’s The Kiss. Do you like it?”
“It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
She tore her eyes from the white marble to look across the room at Congdon, who was standing at his desk. He looked older than in the newspaper sketches but more vigorous. He was very tall and stood well.
“Go on. You can look at it. Touch it. It feels wonderful.”
She approached reverentially. The confident way the woman’s left arm pulled her lover toward her was the most erotic sight she had ever seen.
“What do you want?”
“I want a world where everyone can see this beautiful statue.”
“Not in this life,” Congdon said coldly.
His office had double windows. No sound from the street penetrated. The walls were hung with paintings, most of thinly veiled naked women in the French Academy style. On his desk Mary saw a bronze statuette, another naked woman.
“My wife,” said Congdon, stroking it. “Go on, you can touch it, if you like. I find the marble draws me close.”
Mary laid her hand on the woman’s arm.
“What else do you want?” Congdon asked. “What did you come for?”
“I want you to stand aside and let the coal miners organize, and I want you to pay them a fair wage.”
“Higgins? Yes, of course. You’re Jim Higgins’s sister, aren’t you? The unionist.”
Mary nodded.
Congdon said, “Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, you’re talking to the wrong man. I don’t own coal mines.”
“You control them by the prices you pay for the coal the miners dig and for what your railroads charge to ship it. And please don’t insult my intelligence. If you don’t ‘officially’ own those railroads, you control them by their purse strings. If there is only one person in the country who can allow a union and pay the miners a fair wage, it is you.”
“Assume, for a moment, I could. What would I get out of it?”
“The well-being gained when equality spawns justice.”
“Equality spawns mediocrity at best, the mob at worst.”
“If you refuse, I will expose your scheme to foment violence in the coalfields.”
“And how will you do that?”
“I will persuade Henry Clay to confess everything you two have done and everything you plan to do next.”
James Congdon regarded her with a thoughtful smile. At last, he said, “I’ll be
