" The only
trouble was this lady was so extremely wealthy it was hard to do
anything to her. Her husband was a director in a couple of Nelse
Ackerman's banks, and had other powerful connections. The husband
was a violent, anti-Socialist, and a buyer of liberty bonds; he
quarrelled with his wife, but nevertheless he did not want to see
her in jail, and this made an embarrassing situation for the police
and the district attorney's office, and even for the Federal
authorities, who naturally did not want to trouble one of the
courtiers of the king of American City. "But something's got to be
done," said McGivney. "This camouflaged German propaganda can't go
on." So Peter was to try to draw Mrs. Godd into some kind of "overt
action."
"Mrs. Godd?" said Peter. It seemed to him a singular coincidence
that one of the dwellers on Mount Olympus should bear that name. The
great lady lived on a hilltop out in the suburbs, not so far from
the hilltop of Nelse Ackerman. One of the adventures looked forward
to by Reds and pacifists in distress was to make a pilgrimage to
this palace and obtain some long, green plasters to put over their
wounds. Now was the time at all times for Peter to go, said
McGivney.
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