“Does he know—about this?”
“Yes.”
“Does he know it means death?”
The Chief nodded.
“I see a way—a chance,” said the operative. “Do I get a free hand?”
“Yes—Good Lord, yes! If there’s any chance of—”
Delamater silenced him. “I’ll be the one to take the chance,” he said grimly. “Chief, I intend to impersonate the President.”
“Now listen— The President and I are about the same build. I know a man who can take care of the make-up; he will get me by anything but a close inspection. This Eye of Allah, up to now, has worked only in the light. We’ll have to gamble on that and work our change in the dark.
“The President must go to bed as usual—impress upon him that he may be under constant surveillance. Then, in the night, he leaves—
“Oh, I know he won’t want to hide himself, but he must. That’s up to you.