"Jump out and take a coupe, and get instantly down to Wall and Broad.

You'll find Mr.Somers waiting in the election-room.
Tell him not to leave there till I get him on the 'phone from Jersey City.

And my address you can give him as Lafayette House, Philadelphia.

I'll be there three days." The lie was deliberate, and even the triple spy believed him.
The long hours crawled away while Randall Clayton resolutely paced his lonely office.

Only the busy under-accountants came in now and then for a word of directions, and the ticking of the office clock sounded like the hollow tapping of hammers upon coffin-lids to the solitary man who was crazed with his loving anxiety to hear from the woman who now ruled his every thought.
He forgot the absence of Einstein in his eager waiting for some intelligence of the woman whom he had shielded from the storm.