If it had been Burke's bulldozing she would never have yielded.
But as she looked into Kennedy's eyes she read there that he had
long since fathomed the secret of her wildly beating heart, that
if she would accomplish the purpose of saving the Baron she must
stop at nothing.

"At--Maplehurst," she answered in a low tone, dropping her eyes
from his penetrating gaze, "Professor Annenberg's home--out on
Long Island."

"We must act swiftly if we are to succeed," considered Kennedy,
his tone betraying rather sympathy with than triumph over the
wretched girl who had at last cast everything in the balance to
outweigh the terrible situation into which she had been drawn. "To
send Miss Lowe for that fatal list of assassinations is to send
her either back into the power of this murderous group and let
them know that she has told us, or perhaps to involve her again in
the completion of their plans."

She sank back into a chair in complete nervous and physical
collapse, covering her face with her hands at the realization that
in her new-found passion to save the Baron she had bared her
sensitive soul for the dissection of three men whom she had never
seen before.

"We must have that list," pursued Kennedy decisively. "We must
visit Annenberg's headquarters."

"And I?" she asked, trembling now with genuine fear at the thought
that he might ask her to accompany us as he had on our visit to