They smoked on. Again Balfe half turned in his chair. "I haven't seen you, Greg, since the President sent for you from Washington that time. How did you find him?" "Fine. And I tell you, Andie, it heartened me to think that a man with all he's got to tend to would stop to spend an hour with an obscure engineer." "You're not too obscure, Greg. What did he have to say?" "Oh-h--said he wanted me to do a piece of special work, and he wanted me because several people, in whose judgment he had confidence, said I was the man for the job. You were one of 'em, Andie, he told me, and I'm thanking you for it." "I'm not sure that you ought to thank me, Greg. With that big company you would be wealthy in a few years, but the trouble is, Greg, when I'm on the job I'm as bad as you, only in a different and more selfish way. I know only one road then, and once I set out I'd brush aside anything for the one thing, Greg." "Of course, when it's for the flag." "Would you?" "Could I do anything else?" "The boy, too?" "Where would he come into it, Andie?" "You don't think that your feeling for the lad and your work could ever clash?" "How could they ever clash, Andie?" "I don't know, Greg. I hope not." He relit his neglected cigar. "But what else did the President have to say?" "He said it was a bit of emergency work he wanted me for, that only the remnant of a small appropriation was available for it, and that if I took it I would be pitiably paid; but that he wished me to do it, because some day, and that not too far away, it might have to stand the test not of friends, but of enemies. Also he said--let me see----" "That for foreign policy's sake it would have to be done quietly, without advertising, as a bit of departmental work?" "That's it." "And that you would get no great reputation out of it, that your very report would remain a supplementary paper buried in departmental files?" "That was it." "Did it strike you that the conditions were hard, Greg?" "Not after he explained things. And so when the Construction people said to me later: 'You're crazy, man! Look the two propositions in the eye!' I said: 'I've looked one of 'em at least in the eye and I'm passing the other up--and the other is yours.'" "Lord, Greg! whether you're the best or the worst concrete man in the world is a small matter--you're a great man. And if some day--" Balfe let his front chair-legs come down bang and bounded to his feet. "Greg"--it was Marie who had returned--"I don't know how I ever forgot, but I never thought till a moment ago--there was a Mr. Necker here to see you this evening." "Well, you don't often forget, Marie. Must be the sight of those battle-ships. Necker? I don't know any Necker. You know him, Andie?" "I was trying to guess coming over on the boat. I was still guessing when he got off. I could guess, Greg, who he is, but it would be only a guess." "He didn't leave any message, Marie?"