That is agreed.

And yet--" she paused, a perplexed line coming between her expressive eyes.
John Tullis opened his own eyes very wide.

"You don't mean to say that he is--he is in peril of any sort ?" She looked at him a long time before speaking.

He could feel that she was turning something over in her mind before giving utterance to the thought.
At last she leaned nearer to him, dropping the ash from her cigarette into the receiver as she spoke slowly, intensely.

"I think he is in peril--in deadly peril." He stared hard.