"It is true that I was able to do your father a service," he replied slowly. "I did him another to-night." He smiled with a certain mysticism. "In truth, it was what delayed me. But as for your—ah—conspiracy, Miss Grayson, believe me, I know little. That a—a committee exists, with a president——"
"Baggin!" breathed the girl. Her eyes were wide with terror.
"Ah!" His face was immovable, but a gleam in his eyes betrayed him.
She turned upon him sharply. "You did not know?"
He shook his head. "I know nothing—certainly. I wish I did!" he added simply.
"That is true—you swear it?" She leaned toward him a little, her bosom heaving tumultuously.
He bowed his head in assent.
"If I could believe you!" she faltered. "I need a friend! Oh, if you could know how I have been torn by doubts, beset by fears—oppressions!" Her voice quivered. "It is illegal, you know, and terrible! If you would help me—— Wait. May I test you with a question?"
"A thousand if you like."
"And you will answer—truthfully?" In her eagerness she was like a child.