I'm a--a little frightened, dear.

But I--believe you." He swung on his heel and made toward the lights once more, and a moment later the man he sought passed within a few feet of him, and Duane knew him by his costume, which was a blue replica of his own gray silks.
"Dysart!" he said sharply.
The masked figure swung gracefully around and stood still, searching the shadowy woodland inquiringly.
"I want a word with you.

Here--not in the light, if you please.

You recognise my voice, don't you ?" "Is that you, Mallett ?" asked Dysart coldly, as the former appeared in the light for an instant and turned back again with a curt gesture.
"Yes.

I want you to step over here among the trees, where nobody can interrupt us." Dysart followed more slowly; came to a careless halt: "Well, what the devil do you want ?" he demanded insolently.
"I'll tell you.