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that's so secret that it can't be discussed openly in the foyer of my own home. It'd better be good. I'm tired of dancing to the Mollies' tune!"
        "I'm well aware that the Mollies accept only Irish Catholics within its ranks, sir. And I know you employ neither Irish nor Catholics in your household, but that doesn't mean their ears aren't within hearing."
        "Not in my house, Captain!"
        Dark eyes sober under unruly brows, the huge Scot shook his head. "I wouldn't be so sure, sir. The Mollies maintain such a degree of secrecy that even members of the fellows' families are uncertain of their membership."
        "Hogwash!"
        "Not so, sir."
        "I tell you, it's hogwash! It's a pretended ignorance. They either fear for their own lives or share the guilt! How many murders have there been in the past two years alone? Henry Dunne in Pottsville was killed in broad daylight on a well-traveled road by five armed men yet no one saw or knew anything. Dunne's mistake was in urging publicly that the draft laws be enforced, when most of the Irish want nothing to do with fighting any war but their own.
        "Then this official of the Glen Carbon Coal Company was shot to death a mile from his home after having fired a trio of Irish miners. The damned bastards shot out his eyes! In Ashland there was that fire boss and the dog he took on his rounds. They disappeared the night after he had a run-in with some of the Irish under him, and neither have been seen since. And Henry Johnson, poor fellow, was bludgeoned to death by four Irishmen! Those are just a few. Murders, atrocious assaults, colliery and mine fires of suspicious original directly attributable to the Molly Maguires! And now sabotage."
        David took a deep breath, realizing how close his uncle had come to losing control. He agreed completely with his uncle's     opinion of the Irish element in the mine fields. With few exceptions they were ignorant, lazy, and dedicated to drink.
        David frowned as the girl on the hillside appeared unexpectedly before his mind's eye. It was unfortunate. For all her spirit and obvious intelligence, that sassy little chit would probably go to seed sooner or later, just like the rest of her kind. It was inevitable.
        "David."
        Silently cursing the small, angry face that had popped into his mind at such an inappropriate time, David replied, "Yes, Uncle."
        "The papers we were looking at earlier the superintendent's reports on men reprimanded or fired within the last few months where are they?"
        "In your bottom drawer, sir."
        Taking a few steps to the massive desk that dominated the center of the room, Martin Lang retrieved the file he sought. Lowering himself into the high-backed chair behind the desk, he looked up at Captain Linden and David in turn.
        "Draw chairs up to the desk and make yourselves as comfortable as you can, because I tell you now, we're not going to budge from this room until we've found a link to tonight's heinous crime."
        "Mr. Lang"
        "No excuses, Linden! The Coal and Iron Police is a private police force. We mine owners pay your salary, you know!"
        "I'll not argue that point, sir." Nodding, the big Scot added quietly, "But I've an appointment that might net me more than studying files at this moment."
        "An appointment?"
        "It's a matter to which I must swear your utmost secrecy."
        "You have my word as well as my nephew's, so out with it, man!"
        "We've succeeded in putting a man undercover in the Mollies organization."
        Martin Lang's expression tightened. "And do you expect he will remain alive long enough to do us some good?"
        "I do."
        "Is that what you called me in here to say?"
        "Yes, sir."
        "Then get to your meeting. And report back to me as soon as you find anything anything at all, do you hear?"
        "I'll do that, Mr.