There was no need of thinking beyond that point. What became of his life after that did not matter in the slightest. Wherever he was, he would always know that she was where she belonged, and that was enough. He must hold fast to that thought.
A knock at his door made him turn on his heels.
"Who's that?" he demanded.
"It's I—Noyes," came the answer. "Have you gone to bed yet?"
Monte swung open the door.
"Come in," he said.
"I thought I 'd like to talk with you, if it is n't too late," explained Peter nervously.
"On the contrary, you could n't have come more opportunely. I was just thinking about you."
He led Peter to a chair.
"Sit down and make yourself comfortable."