"I'm trying to fathom the significance of it," he said, a little helplessly.
Ruxton's dark eyes withdrew from the window.
"Don't," he said. Then he added: "It's not worth it."
His father's shrewd eyes regarded him speculatively.
"Not worth it? How?"
"Why, because you will discover it, and it will have been trouble for nothing."
"I don't understand."
"It is simple. There is only one meaning to it. Terror."
In spite of the old man's disturbance his eyes twinkled.
"They'll achieve precious little of that. If that's all——"