quarters. Probably some of the people there are afraid you'll get their jobs."
"Darling," replied the Colonel.
"It's surprising," he added presently, "how small-minded people can be. Some of those department heads at Geneva would deny my very existence if it suited them to do so. That's what bureaucracy leads to. But whatever happens, you must always think tenderly of—of the League," he said generously. "It is a very noble and complicated organization."
Poor Nyla was almost in tears.
"Gene, don't talk like that about—the League. You have put down roots; I can feel them growing."
The Colonel was not anxious to linger unduly in the Purple Room, lest the Grand Duke's murals become too visible.
"Let's see if we can find that secret passage," he suggested when she was a little comforted.
The door to the cellar of the tower was locked, but only with a padlock on a rusty hasp.
"No need to bother Romsteck," he said. "He
