"Yes, gone back inside that British arctic circle that you came out of once—to save my life." She gained on him; she was panting at his elbow. "I shall never forget that, Mr. Gavan; never as long as I live."
"Oh, you make too much of—"
"Too much of saving such a life as mine! That may be true."
"You know!"—he swung back a step—"that wasn't in the least what I meant. I—you see—I say! Julian!"
When Napier had caught up with the two in front, Miss Greta wasn't far behind.
Nan turned an excited face. "Does Gavan know?" she asked Julian.
Just as though Greta weren't now at his elbow, Julian jerked out, "He can easily satisfy himself. Two hundred people on the Fourth of August simply vanished from our common life. No public charge, no trial that was a trial according to English ideas—"
"Would you leave known spies free to do their work?" Napier asked sharply.
"Do you know what happened to them?" Nan intervened.
"We can tell what happened to some of them. Set blindfolded against a wall and shot."