Pryor as a West Point cadet, as a lieutenant in the Engineer Corps, in service against the Moros in the Philippines, on the sanitary staff in the thick of the Panama Canal construction, again as a civilian on a dare-devil voyage to Tahiti—these pictures took the romantic side of Janet by storm. She made him tell the Tahitian story most minutely, and hung on his lips with bated breath as he recounted the capture of his tiny steamer by real pirates who gave him a Hobson’s choice of joining them in their marauding trips near the Society Islands, or of walking the plank. "But I never gave full satisfaction anywhere," he concluded ruefully. "Secrets that I had better not have known were incessantly coming my way and causing me no end of trouble. Once, when we unexpectedly sighted a Dutch merchantman laden with coffee and spices, I ran up the red flag instead of the black! My shipmates swore that I did it on purpose and assured me that, as a pirate, I was a failure. It was true. I _was_ a failure! Almost a dead failure, in fact, for they left me on what they thought was a desert island." When he got back to the United States, the Great War had begun, but the officials in Washington were extremely slow to utilize his services. His record was against him. He was one of those men with whom two and two didn’t inevitably make four, but sometimes footed up to a sum that included human as well as mathematical factors. For an army man, this was a fatal defect. Impatient to be of use, he eventually joined the Secret Service. "Why?" asked Janet. "Nothing else was open to me," he replied, with a twinkle in his roving eyes. "When a man is a pronounced failure, there are only three professions that will take him into their ranks: those of detective, writer and teacher. I chose the first as the least degrading of the three. Also because it gave me a chance to use my gift as a telepath, an elemental telepath." "You can’t pretend that you haven’t made good at _that_!" "Oh, I’ve done so-so." "So-so!" cried Janet indignantly. "Look how you caught Hutchins Burley red-handed!" "True enough. I’m bound to confess, however, that I went to the pier to arrest him for treason. When his boxes of Oriental books were opened, it was the smuggled diamonds that we found and not (as I had predicted) the evidence of his sale of United States military secrets to the Japanese. Later on, we got that evidence too; but that was Smilo’s doing more than mine. Ah, wait till you hear Robert’s opinion of my sleuthing skill." "Oh, Robert!" she said, with the faintest quiver of her lip. "He hasn’t been near me. I’m not even sure that he’s in America." "Well, he is! And I happen to know that urgent business is keeping him out of New York." "What can it be?" "It’s a peculiar business. In a sense, it’s the reverse of what I was engaged upon. I was in pursuit of rogues; but rogues are in pursuit of him." "I must say, you’re as enigmatic as ever."