XVII
Donley approached me and Kinvarra straightened for a stare at me. Nothing in their manner today indicated consideration of me as a prospective partner; I had passed into another category as regards them. Donley nodded to me coolly—very coolly—and cautioned the mechanic who unstrapped me, so that I could rise from the seat, "Leave his hands as they are."
"How long has Bane been back?" I asked Donley who debated before he decided to inform me.
"A little while."
"Miss Lacey with him?"
"Yes."
"Logan still here?"
"At the house," said Donley and returned to Kinvarra.
I saw them beside the airplanes not as pilots but, today, as glorified gunmen. Nothing of the dreamer or of the impossibilist adhered
