"Nothing, except not to play with fire."
"You've planned something?"
"Yes," he growled. "And I'm going to do it, to-night."
She turned up toward him in eager inquiry.
"What?"
"I'm going to take no further chances with this situation."
"Are you serious?"
"Am I ever anything else? The money in the vault belongs to the Society of Nemi and the essence of the Society of Nemi--is Socialism. While I live, that money shall be spent in no other service."
"That is right, but you're not sure----"
"I trust no one here. And as the Council stands I can be out-voted. Shestov, Barthou, Colodna, Khodkine--and this young sprig of a Yankee. And the others----? We can't be sure of them. Most of this money should be appropriated for immediate use tomorrow, in Germany, in Austria, in Russia and Italy. And yet what assurances have we that it will not be wrongly used even, if used at all--or that Monsieur Khodkine this very night may not make away with it."