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Sinclair, Upton, 1878-1968

"They Call Me Carpenter"

"He won't
get away," I said, "because he doesn't ride in automobiles, and he
and Mary can't walk very far on the street without the newspapers
finding them!"
I took my telephone-book, and looked up the name Abell. It is an
unusual name, and there was only one attorney bearing it. (I was
struck by the fact that the first name of this attorney was Mark.) I
called him on the phone, and heard the familiar gentle voice. Yes,
Comrade Carpenter had just arrived, and Miss Magna was with him.
They were going to have a little party, and they would be glad to
have me come. Yes, Mr. T-S would be welcome, of course. So then I
called up the magnate of the pictures, and not without an inward
smile, conferred on him the gracious permission to spend the evening
at the headquarters of Local Western City of the Socialist Party!

L

When I got to the meeting-place I found that a feast had been
spread. I don't know where the money came from; maybe it was
Bolshevik gold, as the enemy charged, or maybe it was the ill-gotten
gains of a "million dollar movie vamp.


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