Funniest of all,
there was Aunt Caroline's prophet, the author of the "Eternal
Bible," with his white robes and his permanent wave, and his little
tribute of carrots and onions wrapped in a newspaper. I decided that
these were Carpenter's own kind of troubles, and I left him to
attend to them, and strolled out to have a look at the audience.
The hall was packed, both the floor and the galleries; there must
have been three thousand people. I noted a big squad of police, and
wondered what was coming; for in these days you can never tell
whether any public meeting is to be allowed to start, and still less
if it is to be allowed to finish. However, the crowd was orderly,
the only disturber being some kind of a Socialist trying to sell
literature.
I saw Mary Magna come in, with Laura Lee, another picture actress,
and Mrs. T-S. They found seats; and I looked for the magnate, and
saw him talking to some one near the door. I strolled back to speak
to him, and recognized the other man as Westerly, secretary of the
Merchants' and Manufacturers' Association.
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