She suddenly felt that she was on the fringe of movements that were too momentous for her. The thought of her own insignificance intimidated her, made her wish for the reappearance of Wilsnach or the intervention of Kestner himself. But she knew that she was ordained to blunder along alone. And since she must go it alone, she decided to go it slow.
"Where'd you get 'em?" she asked, with a careless hand movement toward the closely figured sheet which he had dropped on the table.
The barricaded look that came into his eye at that question did not escape her.
"I got that gun plan before I got this other stuff!" he explained, as he tapped his breast with a casual forefinger.
"But where?" she persisted, for she knew that if there were leaks both Wilsnach and Kestner and the chief himself would want to know where those leaks had occurred.
"Up at Watervliet," he acknowledged.
"And how?"
"I roomed with an Austrian named Heinold. He put me wise to what could be made out of some of the ordnance secrets, once we got away with them.
