There was a little silence, and then, to Mrs.Van Stuyler's unutterable horror, Zaidie said, with just the suspicion of a gasp in her voice: "There's one dissentient.

We are prisoners, and I guess I'd better surrender at discretion." The next moment her captor's arm was round her waist, and Mrs.Van Stuyler, with her twitching fingers linked behind her back, and her nose at an angle of sixty degrees, was staring away through the blue immensity, dumbly wondering what on earth or under heaven was going to happen next..