Now he
will fail, and he will fail in the most spectacular, the most public way
possible."
He lifted his eyes, usually so dreamy, so soft brown. Helen was startled
at the lambent flash in their depths. He sauntered from the room. After a
moment she heard his voice in conversation with the man he had called.
"Hallowell?" he said, "good luck to find you. Did our friend leave on the
_Celtic_? No? Sure he didn't sneak off in disguise? I'll trust you to
think of everything. Sure! Meet me at Simmons' wireless in half an hour."
Helen heard the click as he hung up the receiver. A moment later he
lounged back into the room.
"All right," he said. "My job's done."
"Done!" echoed Helen in surprise.
"Either I'm right or I'm wrong," said Darrow. "Every element of the game
is now certainly before me. If my reasoning is correct I shall receive
certain proof of that fact within half an hour. If it is wrong, then I'm
away off, and Eldridge's methods will win if any can."
"What is the proof? Aren't you wildly excited? Tell me!" cried Helen.
"The proof is whether or not a certain message has been received over a
certain wireless," said Darrow. "I'll know soon enough. But that is not
the question; can not you get out of town for a little while?"
Helen surveyed him speculatively.
"If there is no danger, I can see no reason for it," she stated at length,
with decision. "If there is danger you should warn a great many others.
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