Upon you, comrades, it devolves this evening to choose out of the company present the man who shall be Thursday.

If any comrade suggests a name I will put it to the vote.

If no comrade suggests a name, I can only tell myself that that dear dynamiter, who is gone from us, has carried into the unknowable abysses the last secret of his virtue and his innocence." There was a stir of almost inaudible applause, such as is sometimes heard in church.

Then a large old man, with a long and venerable white beard, perhaps the only real working-man present, rose lumberingly and said-- "I move that Comrade Gregory be elected Thursday," and sat lumberingly down again.
"Does anyone second ?" asked the chairman.
A little man with a velvet coat and pointed beard seconded.
"Before I put the matter to the vote," said the chairman, "I will call on Comrade Gregory to make a statement." Gregory rose amid a great rumble of applause.

His face was deadly pale, so that by contrast his queer red hair looked almost scarlet.