“New York, I think. He spoke of its being a special job for The Sphere.”
“Are you going to help him?”
“If I can. He’s been white to me.”
“But this isn’t white, if it’s what I suspect. It’s yellow. One of their yellow sensations. The Sphere goes in for that sort of thing.”
Miss Van Arsdale became silent and thoughtful.
“Of course, if it’s something to do with the railroad I’d have to be careful. I can’t give away the company’s affairs.”
“I don’t think it is.” Miss Van Arsdale’s troubled eyes strayed toward the inner room.
Following them, Banneker’s lighted up with a flash of astonished comprehension.
“You don’t think—” he began.
His friend nodded assent.