“What on earth is the matter?” she exclaimed suddenly, for there was an atmosphere of gloom in their solemn faces. “Tell me at once. I am not a child to be kept in ignorance. Is it the sailor fight in the theatre—for I read that hours ago in the newspaper?”
“Is the ambassador at home?” Phil asked, ignoring her question. His voice was anxious and his manner studied.
“Yes, but he is with Mr. Impey and Captain Inaba, so you had best come with me to the library and wait until they go,” she replied, annoyed at the evident secrecy in which she did not share.
“Mr. Impey, Captain Inaba!” both midshipmen exclaimed, casting inquiring glances at each other.
“Well, why not Mr. Impey and Captain Inaba?” Helen’s voice betrayed her irritation. “Neither one is a very dangerous person to have in the house. You look as if you thought they were both anarchists.”
The lads allowed themselves to be led into the library, while Helen sank down on the divan, motioning them to chairs near by.
“I want to know the whole thing, so you might just as well begin,” she exclaimed impatiently. “Go on.” She stamped her foot.
“Miss Helen, there isn’t anything to tell.” Phil had exchanged a look with his chum and received a nod to act as spokesman. “We’ve come to see the ambassador and ask his advice; believe me, there is nothing to tell.”
“Have Mr. Impey and Captain Inaba likewise come to ask father’s advice? How extraordinary that all should come just at the same time!” Her tone was sarcastic.
Sydney suddenly offered a weak excuse and hastily left the two young people together. Phil’s face showed almost a panic, but Helen deftly placed herself between him and the only avenue of escape.