She nodded.
"Why did you light it?"
"Because," she answered dully, "it had to burn to-night."
The crisis they faced was clear to him.
"Nora! In a minute this room will be a furnace."
He imagined from the excitement still flashing in her eyes that she did not quite realize, but she spoke without regret, and her words carried the shocking fatality of the German's.
"I'm sorry, Jim, but if I had known we would be caught I would have lighted it just the same. After all, a small price in the long run—only the two of us."
He brushed the rapid perspiration from his face. The fire had reached the heart of the pile. The air thickened with a reddish, pungent smoke. He choked.
"I'm sorry, Jim. I came only to help you, but I found—"
The vapour cut her voice.