"Yes, sir."
"As far as your father's concerned you'll be neutral."
"Meaning I won't do nothing against him, nor for him?"
The red-headed Jew nodded. "You won't do like Rose?"
"Rose?"
Lichtenstein's face became very cold and grim. "She's gone over to him body and soul. Bubbles, and heart and mind. For weeks she's fooled us with nonsense--stuff they've made up together. Worse, she's broken every oath she ever swore. Our strength was secrecy. Well, your father knows the name of every agent in our society. Oh, he's got it all out of her! Everything!"
"Does he know that you are--"
"Yes, confound him, he does. And my life is about as safe in this city as that of the average cat in the Italian quarter. My life isn't the important thing. It's what I've got in my head--cold facts. See all this stuff? That's what's in my head going down on paper for the first time. It's to guide the man that takes my place--to help him over some of the hard places--three hundred sheets of it already, and only a week since I began."
"Rose!" exclaimed Bubbles.
"There was none better--none smarter--till she fell in love--fell in love!"