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 "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