The magnate of the pictures sat silent, evidently frightened. At
last he turned to me and asked, "Vot you tink he meant by dat,
Billy?"
I answered: "I think he meant that you are to play the part of
Peter."
"Peter? Peter Pan?"
"No; St. Peter, who denied his master."
"Veil," said T-S, patiently, "you know, I ain't vun o' dese litry
fellers."
"I'll tell it to you some time," I continued. "It's kind of funny.
If he's right, you are going to be the first pope, and sit at the
golden gate, holding the keys of heaven."
"My Gawd!" said T-S.
"And you've made a record in the movies." I added. "You've played
Satan and St. Peter, both on the same day! That is 'doubling' with a
vengeance!"
XXXI
When I got back to the Labor Temple, I learned that there was to be
a mass-meeting of the strikers this Saturday evening. It had been
planned some days ago, and now was to be turned into a protest
against police violence and "government by injunction." There was a
cheap afternoon paper which professed sympathy with the workers, and
this published a manifesto, signed by a number of labor leaders,
summoning their followers to make clear that they would no longer
submit to "Cossack rule.
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