"Well, they've got a lot of crazy shacks around town, and they hold meetings. My dad goes to 'em. So a few times I went, too. This guy Hiltze does the talking. He's got enough money. He don't have to sell autos for a living, he does that for a blind, just like he strings Miss Eveley on the Americanization hot-air stuff." "Did you ever hear him speak?" asked Nolan. "Sure. He says they are chasing him from cellar to garret, from mountain to desert. He says they are the damned rich, and they got to keep him harried to earth so they can grind the laborers under their heel. He gives 'em all money for doing things, and hauling stuff, and getting things across the border. I was there. He says they must pray God to strengthen them to fight to the last ditch. He says the army and navy are the slaves of the God of Money." "I know he had rather--advanced ideas," said Eveley gravely. "But these are such troublous times. Every one feels the lack, and the need in the social life. He may have gone too far--but these are the days that try one's soul. If it was only talk--" "Aw gee," interrupted Angelo. "They ain't got no room to talk. I know all about that stuff. I was over there with the rest of 'em, and I know. We slept on straw, and dressed in rags, and lived like dogs. And they come to a decent country, and get soured because they ain't fed up on chicken and wine like a lord. It's a darn' sight more than they ever had before, and the Secret Service needs to watch 'em. For they're the ones that did for Russia--yes, and they're doing it for Germany now, and trying it on Italy." The Secret Service--the diagnostician of social unrest, with professional finger on the pulse of the foreign element--had that finger touched the wrist of Marie? "But this isn't finding my Marie," said Eveley. "I want her." "Let's call Lieutenant Ames," said Nolan suddenly. "I rather imagine this will hit him." "Oh, poor Jimmy," cried Eveley. "He told me he wanted to marry her." Far into the night, they puzzled and pondered, not knowing which way to turn, but all in their love of Marie resolved that she must be found and saved again from the chaos. The next day, against the advice of all the others, Eveley sent word to Amos Hiltze and seemed to feel some comfort in his evident surprise and perturbation. "I can not understand it," he said. "She was so happy, and loved you so much. I will look for her. She may have taken fright at something--but what could it possibly have been?" "Tell her I do not care what has happened, nor what she fears. She must come to me and I will help her." In spite of the insistence of Nolan, Angelo and Jimmy Ames, Eveley would have given the matter into the hands of the police, trusting to her own promises and her own standing to save Marie from whatever they held against her. But at her first suggestion of this to Amos Hiltze, he took a most positive stand against it.