ABSTRACT
Tweed saw the approaching storm. He was intensely superstitious. He believed that things happened in threes. There was the death of Taylor, which robbed him of an advocate on the directorate of The Times. Then the rut in the Harlem Road which held Watson's sleigh while a frenzied horse dealt a mortal blow to this agent of The Ring. And last there was the tragic Orange Riot. He felt himself at bay—with Fate. Only thus can we account for his loss of temper—the only time in his career—when being interviewed by a representative of the press. He was being pressed on the disclosures in The Times. “Well,” he responded, with a half snarl, “what are you going to do about it?”
