"For negligence?"
"For participation," was the grave reply. "Mr. Lutchester has been down to—the city where these things took place. He only got back late this afternoon."
"Lutchester again!" Fischer muttered.
"You see, it's rather in his line," Pamela reminded him. "He is over here to superintend the production of munitions from the factories which are working for the British Government."
"He is over here as a sort of general mischief-maker!" Fischer exclaimed fiercely. "Do I understand that he has been down in——?"
Pamela nodded.
"He went down with one of the heads of the New York police."
She turned away, but Fischer caught at her wrist.
"You know more than this!" he cried hoarsely.
The agony in the man's face and tone touched her. After all, he was fighting for the great things. There was nothing mean about Fischer, nothing selfish about his lying and his crimes.