She herself crossed the room and confronted Fenn.
"There is still something to be said about that news," she declared.
Fenn's attempt at complete candour was only partially convincing.
"There is not the slightest reason," he declared, "why anything concerning Julian Orden should be concealed from any member of the Council who desires information.

If you will follow me into my private room, Miss Abbeway, and you, Furley, I shall be glad to tell you our exact position.

And if the Bishop will accompany you," he added, turning to the latter, "I shall be honoured." Furley made no reply, but, whispering something in Catherine's ear, took up his hat and left the room.

The other two, however, took Fenn at his word, followed him into his room, accepted the chairs which he placed for them, and waited while he spoke through a telephone to the private exchange situated in the building.
"They tell me," he announced, as he laid down the instrument, "that Bright has this moment returned and is now on his way upstairs." Catherine shivered.
"Is Mr.Bright that awful-looking person who came to the last Council meeting ?" "He is probably the person you mean," Fenn assented.

"He takes very little interest in our executive work, but he is one of the most brilliant scientists of this or any other generation.