"You arrived in the nick of time, sis," he said, gently disengaging
himself from her clasp, "a little more and--"
He did not finish the sentence. There was no need for him to.
"Begorry, the ould place 'ud hev bin a pile of cinders in an hour's
time," declared the policeman.
It was Jess's turn to give an hysterical little sob.
Roy turned to Jimsy.
"Did you see anything? The place is reeking with kerosene. It was a plot
to destroy the aeroplanes and perhaps ourselves."
"I--I--"
Jimsy stammered. The words seemed to choke up in his throat. How was
he to confess that he had failed in his trust--had slept while danger
threatened?
"Well?"
Roy waited, plainly surprised. It was not like Jimsy to hesitate and
stammer in this way.
At last it came out with a rush.
"I--I--you'll never forgive me, any of you--I was asleep."
"Asleep! Oh, Jimsy!"
There was a world of reproach in Jess's voice. But Peggy interrupted
her.
"How was it, Jimsy?" she asked softly.
"I don't know. I give you my word I don't know.
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