It was an enemy whose motive for wanting to murder you, silently and surely, was strong enough to make him willing to risk death or capture.

Now, when you say you don't need a bodyguard--Well, it's your own business, of course.

Let it go at that, if you like." Long and silently Milo Standish looked down at the nonchalant invalid.

Above, the sounds of women's steps and an occasional snatch of a sentence could be heard.

At last, Milo spoke.
"You are right," said he, very slowly, and as if measuring his every word.