I! Do you know what that means?
Even though I am sure to be blown to pieces by the same agent, the last thing I shall look upon is his dear, terrified little face as he watches me hurl the bomb.

Ah!" She shuddered violently as she stood there before them, her eyes closed as if to shut out the horrible picture her mind was painting.

There were other white faces and ice-cold veins about the table.

The sneer on Anna Cromer's face deepened.
"She will bungle it," came in an angry hiss from her lips.
Olga's lids were lifted.

Her dark eyes looked straight into those of the older woman.
"No," she said quietly, her body relaxing, "I shall not bungle it." William Spantz had been watching her narrowly, even suspiciously.