"Now don't you worry about that," he said stoutly.
"I love the comforting way you have of saying things," she murmured, and he felt her body relax.
For reasons best known to himself, he failed to respond to this interesting confession. He was thinking of something else: his amazing stupidity in not foreseeing the very situation that now presented itself. Why had he neglected to settle upon a meeting place with Sprouse in the event that circumstances forced them to part company in flight? Fearing that she would pursue the subject, he made haste to branch off onto another line.
"What is the real object of the conspiracy up there, Miss Cameron?"
"You must bear with me a little longer, Mr. Barnes," she said, appealingly. "I cannot say anything now. I am in a very perplexing position. You see, I am not quite sure that I am right in my conclusions, and it would be dreadful if I were to make a mistake."
"If they are up to any game that may work harm to the Allies, they must not be allowed to go on with it," he said sternly. "Don't wait too long before exposing them, Miss Cameron."
"I—I cannot speak now," she said, painfully.
"You said that to-morrow night would be too late. What did you mean by that?"
"Do you insist on pinning me down to—"
"No. You may tell me to mind my own business, if you like."