had a hand in some such enterprise and it had frightened her.

Kennedy leaned forward, observing the girl's discomfiture. "Miss
Lowe," he said, catching her eye and holding it almost
hypnotically, "why have you come to see me?"

The question, pointblank, seemed to startle her. Evidently she had
thought to tell only as little as necessary, and in her own way.
She gave a little nervous laugh, as if to pass it off. But
Kennedy's eyes conquered.

"Oh, can't you understand yet?" she exclaimed, rising passionately
and throwing out her arms in appeal. "I was carried away with my
hatred of war. I hate it yet. But now--the sudden realization of
what this compact all means has--well, caused something in me to--
to snap. I don't care what oath I have taken. Oh, Professor
Kennedy, you--you must save him!"

I looked up at her quickly. What did she mean? At first she had
come to be saved herself. "You must save him!" she implored.

Our door buzzer sounded.

She gazed about with a hunted look, as if she felt that some one
had even now pursued her and found out.

"What shall I do?" she whispered. "Where shall I go?"

"Quick--in here. No one will know," urged Kennedy, opening the
door to his room. He paused for an instant, hurriedly. "Tell me--