"Is she safe?"
"What?"
"Are you sure that she will not be wanted?"
"China would not touch her—yet how strange I did not think, even of the thousandth chance! Still, don't you see, I carry to her the menace of myself. Romney, you must help me—"
Romney was hushed by the spectacle of Nifton Bend's sudden dread—and this from a man scarcely capable of fear for himself. He saw the great constructive worker for mankind turning helplessly to cope with a personal issue. He pressed the General's hand.
"You can count on me," he said quietly. "I don't think the game's up—"
"Romney, you bring me back the old romance of America—"
"Let us think.... Have the police been notified in regard to Minglapo?"
"No."
"If the police were called here, the work of any secret agent in our case might be complicated—"