I am
speaking very seriously. If you allow your sympathies to act on the very
limited knowledge you possess, you will probably bring about incalculable
harm. We walk in safety only while we stick to the path. If you try to act
in any case on what your judgment or your sympathies may advise, and
without consulting me, you may cause the city, the people, and all that
you know or care for to be blotted out of existence. Do you understand?
Do you believe me?"
"I understand; I believe you," repeated the girl a trifle faintly.
Darrow left without further ceremony. Helen stood where he had left her
on the rug, staring after him, a new expression in her eyes. She had
known Percy Darrow for many years. Always she had appreciated his
intellect, but deprecated what she had considered his indolence, his
softness of character, his tendency to let things drift. For the first
time she realized that not invariably do manners make the man.
CHAPTER XIV
THE FEAR OF DANGER
Before leaving the house, Darrow summoned Jack Warford.
"Come on, old bulldog," said he. "You're to live with me a while now. The
game is closing down."
"Bully," said Jack. "I'll pack a suit case."
"Have it done for you, and sent down to my place. We must hustle for the
Atlas Building now."
"What's doing?" asked Jack, as they boarded a surface car.
"Absolutely nothing--for some time perhaps. But we must be ready.
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