"However I warn you the goddess this time shall play you false.

But we waste moments in talk.

Here is your revolver, Lieutenant; now come with me." She thrust the butt into my hand, and crossed the room to the door opening out into the back yard.

An instant she peered forth into the night; then turned her face back toward me.
"Take my place here," she whispered.

"See that line of shadow yonder--it is the grape arbor.