Chapter 67
Once the other workers had left the workers' classroom, the large hall was immediately empty. Higgins pondered as Mary explained her intentions, "So, Hamp's finally got himself into some serious trouble, and he's got a hit man on his doorstep." Mary: "While Mr. Hamp was not a perfect factory owner, he is not guilty of the crime." Higgins snorts out a laugh, "I've worked in his factory for years, and I don't know what kind of man he is. Cowardly, smooth, and always calculating the small amount of property in front of him. He's the meanest of all the factory lords in Milton, but you're right, Miss Mary, he's no more obnoxious than he is a murderer." Said Higgins, collecting his rambling features. The union delegate grew serious, and the same unnoticeable alarm crept back into his face,
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