It was late March 1897 as Cline Cameron stood with his hands behind his back, gazing out the second-floor bay window of his warehouse office overlooking Boston’s wharf area. He was waiting for one man to arrive who would tell him what he already knew. Tell him he would have to order actions put in place that would change the course of lives, including his own, forever. He was determined he would not stay on the sidelines this time. This time he would take an active role in events only a few knew were about to unfold and the clock was already ticking.

Although he was the head of the most prestigious maritime law firm in Boston, Cameron and Cameron, Cline preferred the low-profile wharf area where people strived to make an honest living as opposed to the backstabbing, dog-eat-dog environment that permeated Boston’s downtown legal, political and commercial world. His office was well appointed but not ostentatious and included accommodation for him to sleep as he often did for extended periods. In fact, he considered this his home. He gladly left the management of the law firm and the high society Boston life to his younger brother Alastair.