"Condition? I do not understand."
Marian laughed, as she said: "Papa came in about midnight in scarcely better plight. In brief, you were both exhausted, and with good reason."
"But you did not tell me, Marian—"
"No," she interrupted; "nothing but a life-and-death emergency should have made me tell you anything last night."
"Why, our little girl is becoming a soldier and a strategist. I think you had better make your report over again, Mr. Merwyn;" and he drew out a fuller account of events than had been given the evening before, also the result of the young man's morning observations.
Marian made no effort to secure attention beyond offering Merwyn a cup of coffee.
"I have breakfasted," he said, coldly.
"Take it, Merwyn, take it," cried Mr. Vosburgh. "Next to courage, nothing keeps up a soldier better than coffee. According to your own view we have another hard day before us."
Merwyn complied, and bowed his thanks.
"Now for plans," resumed Mr. Vosburgh. "Are you going to police headquarters again?"