"A mink--an otter--one of those sharp-muzzled little animals!--Two tiny eyes, rather close together, a long nose that wrinkles when he talks, as though he were sniffing at you; a ragged, black moustache, like the furry muzzle-bristles of some wild thing--that is a sketch of Herman Lauffer." "A pretty man," commented Vaux, much amused. "He's little and fat of abdomen, but he looks powerful." "Prettier and prettier!" They both laughed. A pleasant steam arose from the tall glass at his elbow. "Well," she said, "I have to change my gown--" "Good Lord! Are we going now?" he remonstrated. "Yes. I don't believe there will be a soul on the streets." "But I don't wish to go at all," he explained. "I'm very happy here, discussing things." "I know it. But you wouldn't let me go all alone, would you, Mr. Vaux?" "I don't want you to go anywhere." "But I'm GOING!" "Here's where I perish," groaned Vaux, rising as the girl passed him with her pretty, humorous smile, moving lithely, swiftly as some graceful wild thing passing confidently through its own domain. Vaux gazed meditatively upon the coals, glass in one hand, cigarette in the other. Patriotism is a tough career. "This is worse than inhuman," he thought. "If I go out on such an errand to-night I sure am doing my bitter bit. ... Probably some policeman will shoot me--unless I freeze to death. This is a vastly unpleasant affair.... Vastly!" He was still caressing the fire with his regard when Miss Erith came back. She wore a fur coat buttoned to the throat, a fur toque, fur gloves. As he rose she naively displayed a jimmy and two flashlights. "I see," he said, "very nice, very handy! But we don't need these to convict us." She laughed and handed him the instruments; and he pocketed them and followed her downstairs. Her car was waiting, engine running; she spoke to the Kadiak chauffeur, got in, and Vaux followed. "You know," he said, pulling the mink robe over her and himself, "you're behaving very badly to your superior officer." "I'm so excited, so interested! I hope I'm not lacking in deference to my honoured Chief of Division. Am I, Mr. Vaux?" "You certainly hustle me around some! This is a crazy thing we're doing." "Oh, I'm sorry!" "You're an autocrat. You're a lady-Nero! Tell me, Miss Erith, were you ever afraid of anything on earth?" "Yes." "What?" "Lightning and caterpillars." "Those are probably the only really dangerous things I never feared," he said. "You seem to be young and human and feminine. Are you?" "Oh, very." "Then why aren't you afraid of being shot for a burglar, and why do you go so gaily about grand larceny?" The girl's light laughter was friendly and fearless. "Do you live alone?" he inquired after a moment's silence. "Yes. My parents are not living." "You are rather an unusual girl, Miss Erith." "Why?" "Well, girls of your sort are seldom as much in earnest about their war work as you seem to be," he remarked with gentle irony.