insanity. With a desperate effort to control, herself, she looked into
her brother's eyes.

"You see, don't you, Warren?" she begged. "You can't seem to be able
say it.

Say you see it too, Warren!"

Then as if she had found some way of giving him her message of doom,
she drooped against brother's strong shoulder and fainted quietly
away. Warren laid her down, and the governess rushed to her.

"Is she dead?" asked Warren.

"Certainly not," said the woman; "she has fainted."

"What did she try to tell you?" cried Ivan. "Was it something I said?"

"Yes, you told her," said Warren, "and she read it right. I know she
is right."

"Well, well, what is it?" demanded the Professor. "This is fearfully
upsetting, fearfully upsetting!"

Warren bent tenderly above his sister. She was regaining
consciousness.

"It is about as bad as it can be," he said hesitatingly. "The remark
about refugees told the whole thing. Our little sister was in one of
those sacks, gagged or unconscious. They have been stolen to be used