"Yes? What is it?"
"Make peace with Macgowan."
Armstrong was staggered. "What do you mean, Dorothy?"
"I can't explain over the telephone. Will you do it?"
He laughed shortly. "Very likely. We've been beaten. We're discussing peace terms now. But what on earth made you ask me to do such a thing?"
"A belated understanding of some things, Reese."
"Good heavens, Dot, what's happened? Why, you speak as though something were wrong!" He heard her laugh without mirth.
"No, nothing's wrong. When shall you be home?"
"Not to-night. Probably to-morrow morning, unless you need me now. Do you?"
"No, dear. Morning will do. Good-by, and all luck!"