Men and women disappeared, our nearest and dearest comrades.
We saw them to-day.

To-morrow they were gone; we never saw them again, and we knew that they had died.
There was no trust, no confidence anywhere.

The man who plotted beside us, for all we knew, might be an agent of the Iron Heel.

We mined the organization of the Iron Heel with our secret agents, and the Iron Heel countermined with its secret agents inside its own organization.

And it was the same with our organization.