"And I must tell you."
She faintly tossed, gazing out again: "Why 'must'?"
"Because to you I can—tell things."
"Haven't you told your father yet—about—Phyllis? Humph!—had to practise on me first."
"Yes. But there's a better reason—for everything I've ever told you."
She slowly faced him, and he added: "I want your help."
"For what? Not the Gilmores?"
"Yes, for them too now. They're in real danger."
"Fr'—from what? Not—not from—my brothers?"
"The twins, yes, and the general, John the Baptist, and a dozen more. They've guessed it out that the Gilmores——"