"We are no longer making war against man," she cried. "We are
making war against picric acid and electric wires!"

I confess that I could not help thinking that there was no doubt
that to a certain type of mind the reasoning might appeal most
strongly.

"And you would do it in war time, too?" asked Kennedy quickly.

She was ready with an answer. "King George of Greece was killed at
the head of his troops. Remember Nazim Pasha, too. Such people are
easily reached in time of peace and in time of war, also, by
sympathizers on their own side. That's it, you see--we have
followers of all nationalities."

She stopped, her burst of enthusiasm spent. A moment later she
leaned forward, her clean-cut profile showing her more earnest
than before. "But, oh, Professor Kennedy," she added, "it is
working itself out to be more terrible than war itself!"

"Have any of the plans been carried out yet?" asked Craig, I
thought a little superciliously, for there had certainly been no
such wholesale assassination yet as she had hinted at.

She seemed to catch her breath. "Yes," she murmured, then checked
herself as if in fear of saying too much. "That is, I--I think
so."

I wondered if she were concealing something, perhaps had already