"Yes, I know, Keltry," he said soberly. "I had to report on short notice."
"Oh!" said the girl called Keltry, "are you here on duty?"
"Very secret duty," said Dynamon with a meaning look. He twiddled an imaginary radio-dial in his ear and looked around mysteriously.
The smile died on Keltry's smooth brown face, to be replaced by an expression of concern.
"You mean—them?" she whispered.
Dynamon nodded. "Yes, I am being transferred to a new post," he said slowly, "and I thought, if you had no objections, I would ask to have you transferred along with me."
"Do you need to ask a question like that?" said Keltry. "You know perfectly well I'd have a lot of objections if you didn't ask for my transfer."
"There may be some danger," he said, giving her an eloquent look.
"All the more reason why I should be with you," Keltry said quietly.