As Craig lowered her to the pavement, a man making his way out said to them:
"Well, I guess that ends it."
Somebody replied quietly: "I guess that begins it."
Farther down the avenue toward the City Hall where the new marble court house was being built, a red glare quivered incessantly against the darkness; distant hoarse rumours penetrated the night air, accented every moment by the sharper clamour of voices calling the Herald's extras.
"Curt?"
"Yes, dear."
"If he surrenders——"
"It makes no difference what he does now, child."
"I know it. . . . They've dishonoured the flag. This is war, isn't it?"
"Yes."