Her tone and her look did not seem at all suggestive of the mood I expected to find her in--one of beseeching agony, of passionate appeal to Steele not to ruin her father.
"I'll find him," I replied turning away.
Steele was readily found and came back with me.

He was as unlike himself as she was strange.

But when they again faced each other, then they were indeed new to me.
"I want to know--what you must do," she said.

Steele told her briefly, and his voice was stern.
"Those--those criminals outside of my own family don't concern me now.
But can my father and cousin be taken without bloodshed?
I want to know the absolute truth." Steele knew that they could not be, but he could not tell her so.

Again she appealed to me.