It was a crowded day, with our morning walk through the city and our meeting with Graff. And from a distance we had seen the woman Brea. An arrogant giantess. A fitting mate for him, no doubt. "Empress of the Earth"--she was already calling herself that. Kean informed us she was going to address the meeting to-night--to tell the people of Garla what wonderful things would be brought back to them by Graff when he returned. Father visited the Garland Council. He returned discouraged and indignant. They would have none of our pleas now. They did not want to see me or Dan or Freddie officially, to talk politics. Politely, they requested father to leave their affairs alone. After Graff's meeting they would give us their decision. "I warned them," father exclaimed. "What will happen at this meeting to-night, I don't know. But I feel it bodes no good for Garla. Graff is treacherous to the very core of him. You'll see--they'll all see!" Freddie, Dan and I, had a brief consultation while father was at the Council. "What we'll do," said Dan, "will have to be on our own. Your father, Peter, has lived here, and likes these people. Even he can't see them as they are. Doubtless they did grow altruistic--peace-loving--all that he told us. But humans are humans. They think they see a way to personal gain. This government is greedy to get whatever it can out of Graff--" Freddie commented: "I wouldn't trust a shock from any of these people with a broken battery. Graff is the worst. Imagine little Zetta trying to bargain with a villain like Graff!" Freddie's admiration for Zetta was profound. "But she ought to be watched. Heaven knows what a girl like that will try and do!" "I'd trust Kean," said Dan. "He's the only one." We argued to very little purpose from a dozen angles. I think all three of us were sorry we had not leaped upon Graff--made an end to him at once, up there on the Garla street corner. "It would have been simple," said Dan. "But--killing a man in broad daylight--they'd have had us locked up by now--I wonder how they punish murder in this place." We had Kean to ourselves later in the day. It was before we went to the Scientists' Grotto. Kean said he had never seen the Garland weapons, though he knew where they were kept, under heavy guard. But he thought that during the evening meeting Graff was to hold, he would perhaps be able to plan a way to get into the grotto arsenal. With the physical force we three of earth were capable of using we could break into it.