"I should have to think," she said.

It was the third day afterward that she passed again.




Chapter 2


The first time that Boylan of the _Rhodes News Agency_ of New
York saw Peter Mowbray was in the office of Lonegan of _The
States_, Mowbray's chief in Warsaw. Lonegan had known Peter in New
York and had wanted him for his second many months before the fact was
brought about. This was the Boylan of the Schmedding Polar Failure, of
various wars and expeditions, a huge spectacle of a man, an old-timer,
and very fond of Lonegan, though as representative of _Rhodes'_
he was structurally the competitor of _The States_ in this
territory.

"Young Mowbray may be all right," Boylan observed, "but the curse of
the student is on him. I should say that he isn't gusty enough for
hard work--vest buttons too safe--"

"You can't measure health by the pound," Lonegan observed, regarding
the other's bulk with one eye shut. "I never heard of Mowbray spending
much time in bed outside of the small hours." "How old is he?"
"Twenty-six or seven."