"What power then?"
"Something over which I have no control."
"Are you trying to mystify me?"
"Listen!" And as Donnegan raised his hand, the singing poured clear and small into the room.
"That is the power," said Donnegan.
"You're talking gibberish'" exclaimed the other pettishly.
"I suppose I shouldn't expect you to understand."
"On the other hand, what I have to say is short and to the point. A child could comprehend it. You've stolen the girl. I tried to let her go. I can't. I have to have her. Willing or unwilling she has to belong to me, Donnegan."
"If you wish, I shall promise that I shall never see her again or speak to her."
"You fool' Won't she find you out? Do you think I could trust you? Only in one place—underground."