"He may have failed to get the concession. If that were so you'd have an equal chance. Will you call them off if I give you that?"
"But you can't, my dear," said Torrington gently.
"And even if you could, you mustn't," snapped Cassis.
"Mustn't!" There was something magnificent in her scorn. "Why I'd wreck the whole crowd of you for one sight of him. Here you——" and she swung round on Ezra Hipps. "Write this down."
"Bluff," said he.
"D'you think I'd let the man I love carry a secret I didn't share?
Write this down."
It was Van Diest who stepped forward with "I take her word. Go on."
"Brewster's Series 19," cried Isabel. "Map 24."
Instantly a condition of chaos ruled. Cassis cried to her to stop "for Heaven's sake." Someone else exclaimed "That European." "It covers the northern area of——" and "Go on. Go on." Hipps was shouting. To concentrate in the midst of such a din was almost impossible. She covered her cars, closed her eyes, to force memory of the words and the numerals that were to follow. "Square F. North 27. West 33."
"She's there," cried Hipps, and whipped out a pistol to cover Cassis who was making for the telephone.