"What's your scheme?" said Dordess. "Shoot!"
"Well, I gather from your generally humorous style," said Evan, "that it was you who wrote the letters for the Ikunahkatsi. By the way, what does Ikunahkatsi mean?"
"An Indian word for avengers. Yes, I wrote the letters. What of it?"
"I want you to write one more. Also another article for the Clarion."
"I would have to consult Miss Playfair."
"No. She mustn't know anything about it until later."
"Nothing doing, then."
"But listen——!"
Their heads drew close over the table, and for five minutes Evan talked uninterruptedly. As Dordess listened his expression changed oddly; a conflict of feelings was visible in his face; incredulity, chagrin, an unwilling admiration, and laughter.
"Damn you!" he cried at last. "It's true I hate you! I wish to God you were an out and out bad one so I could hate you right. But now you're trying to bluff me that you're a decent head! I don't believe you!"