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For a long time Lance paced up and down his little room, smoking one cigarette after another while he doped out a course of action. The grim smile frequently played around his lips, for the plan he proposed to himself had both its dangerous and its humorous aspects. Finally he finished dressing with some care, and started out.
After eating a good breakfast, he proceeded out to the plant of the Beardmore Mills on the outskirts of town. The vast place showed no change. Freight-cars were being shunted in the rear; trucks were passing in and out of the mill yard; and while he was still some distance off Lance could hear the clack of the thousands of looms. Business was going on as usual, though the master of it all lay dead with a bullet hole through his heart.