She hurried out upon the observation platform and so came to look
upon the ruin wrought by the landslide while the dust-like smoke of
the dynamite still hung in the air.

"Rather unlucky for our friends the enemy," said a colorless voice
behind her; and she had an uncomfortable feeling that Jastrow had
been lying in wait for her.

She turned upon him quickly.

"Was it an accident, Mr. Jastrow?"

"How could it be anything else?" he inquired mildly.

"I don't know. But there was an explosion: I heard it."

"It is horribly unfair," she went on. "I understand the sheriff is
here. Couldn't he have prevented this?"

The secretary's rejoinder was a platitude: "Everything is fair in
love or war."

"But this is neither," she retorted.

"Think not?" he said coolly. "Wait, and you'll see. And a word in
your ear, Miss Carteret: you are one of us, you know, and you mustn't
be disloyal. I know what you did yesterday after you read those
telegrams."