"Yes," I said; there was no denying that.
"A passenger ship—a great one like the Lusitania!"
"I brought him to it."
"Not you!"
"Father and I."
"You may still stop him!" I said, holding her tight under my hands.
"How?"
"He's coming back," I said, and released her.
"Cawder," said Bane, pushing the panel, "will talk to you again."
I started with her.
"Not you," said Bane and thrust me off. He was distinctly triumphant; he had won his point against Cawder.
"I want to talk to Mr. Cawder," said Helen; and I made no further useless protest. Bane led her away and closed the panel, confining me. For a few seconds I heard their steps; then, nothing more. No one returned. I was shut in the little cubby where at last, after long resultless wondering about her—where she
