“If they don’t think. It might.”

“Just what, then, is the German staff plan for conquering Muskogewan?”

“Shall I tell you some more about the bombs?”

“Airplanes,” she answered, “can’t cross the Atlantic and return.”

“That was last year.”

“And even if they can, Muskogewan is more than a thousand miles from any coast.”

“Shall we talk about something on which our information is relatively equal?”

“Our prejudices—you mean?”

He looked at her. “I said—information.”

The girl blushed.