can emphatically do them to your enemies. We have got to remember always
that this girl, who has been so heartless to her old fool of a father,
is our enemy."

"Yes, that is what we have got to remember."

"Good Lord!" cried Peter, looking at his watch. "Twenty minutes past
four, and I must be at the hall at four-thirty sharp. I'll have to sneak
right away. You're going to sit tight on the yacht, of course?"

"Never! I like to have a little of the fun myself. I must certainly take
in this meeting to-night, and watch you put your heel on their necks and
all that."

"Don't! With what you've got to do, you can't afford to expose yourself.
What's the use of running risks, even little ones, when there is nothing
to gain?"

"Satan reproving sin! Fudge! Free yourself once for all, my dear sir,
that I'm starring in The Prisoner on the Yacht for the next three days,
or anything of that sort."

"Well, if you will go," said Peter, reluctantly, "here's a reserved seat
ticket--a peacherine, right up at the front."

"Great! Count on me to lead the applause."

Peter rose. His engrossed brow advertised the fact that his thought had
already flown back to his own private maelstrom of new concerns.