“Never leave them? But I want to help you!”
“Do you not see that he will have you watched? That if you come to us spies will follow you, and discover us?”
“Yes.” He thought a moment. “I see, then, there is only one way.”
“I thought you would see it.”
“But not the way you mean. Not to go back. But to stay among you. To live the underground life. Won’t you let me?”
“But the danger!”
“Won’t you let me?” he repeated.
“You mean it?” The blue eyes shone with an even brighter glow into the gray ones. “You do! Ah—perhaps you will help set Russia free!”
It was on Drexel’s tongue to say it was not Russia—but he remembered the scene of a week ago in this room, and held back his words.
“Now that you have learned where my brother is, we must begin the next step, to try to free him,” she went on. “Our Central Committee is ready to strike at once. We discuss plans to-night. I go from here to The White One.”