Otto, looking him in the eye, said, "I am willing to take my punishment. You will find me at home when you want me. I have some letters which may help you; they are all at your disposal." The exit of Mr. Max Dalberg from Sabinsport was very quiet. An automobile drove up to his door on the upper level, as it often did in the evening, and three gentlemen came out of the house. If there had been anybody to watch, they would have noticed that the one in the middle was being supported. They might have thought him ill. He was helped into the car, and thus departed from Sabinsport the "wonder of the laboratory" of the munition plant. And thus ended his magnificent dream of frightfulness, for at the same hour that he was being quietly conveyed in a comfortable car out of Sabinsport, various other gentlemen in various other towns belonging to this grandiloquent scheme were undergoing the same experience. Katie slipped back to her kitchen, and her face was wonderful to see. It was the face of the righteous warrior with his enemy's head in his hands. It was the look that all the Celtic Flahertys and O'Flahertys from the time of the Anglo-Saxon invasion, through the days of the Cæsars, through all of the centuries of England's injustice to Ireland, had worn. It was the greatest moment of Katie Flaherty's life. There was only one fly in her ointment--she could not talk about it. She could not tell Mary O'Sullivan or Mr. Dick. The hardest thing that could ever come to her was the seal upon her lips. It was not that Katie wanted to talk about her part in this thing, that had nothing to do with it. But it was to tell of the battle, to tell of the defeated enemy; it was to tell of the revenge! It was a wonderful story, and all her Irish imagination cried out to depict it to her neighbors. But she had given her promise to young Mr. Barker, and, clever man that he was, he had put a flea in her bonnet which he knew would ensure absolutely closed lips. "You will not, Mrs. Flaherty, give one hint of what has happened. Your roomer upstairs is not the only German connected with this business. The capture of others depends upon absolute secrecy about what has happened to Mr. Dalberg." So Katie, in this cruel trial of silence, was sustained by the hope that she might get another German scalp. This was the reason that, when Dick came home, no hint of what had happened was given him, though there were mornings when Katie Flaherty would gladly have given her good right arm to have been able to have opened her lips and pictured the whole magnificent scene.