whether he is a man who could disappear in
a night as Japs who have leased land and have families cannot. I want
to know about the man who took your gardener's place, and I want the man
who is repairing your car interviewed very carefully as to what he found
the trouble with it."

Linda paused. Judge Whiting sat in deep thought, then he looked at
Linda.

"I see," he said at last. "Thank you very much for coming to me. All
these things and anything that develops from them shall be handled
carefully. Of course you know that Donald is my only son and you can
realize what he is to me and to his mother and sister."

"It is because I do realize that," said Linda, "that I am here. I
appreciate his friendship, but it is not for my own interests that I am
asking to have him taken care of while he wages his mental war with this
Jap. I want Donald to have the victory, but I want it to be a victory
that will be an inspiration to any boy of white blood among any of our
allies or among peoples who should be our allies. There's a showdown
coming between the white race and a mighty aggregation of colored
peoples one of these days, and if the white man doesn't realize pretty
soon that his supremacy is not only going to be contested but may be
lost, it just simply will be lost; that is all there is to it."

The Judge was studying deeply now. Finally he said: "Young lady, I
greatly appreciate your coming to me. There may be NOTHING in what you
fear. It MIGHT be a matter of national importance. In any event, it
shows that your heart is in the right place. May Mrs. Whiting and I pay
you a visit some day soon in your home?"

"Of course," said Linda simply. "I told Donald to bring his mother the
first time he came, but he said he did not need to be chaperoned when he
came to see me, because my father's name was a guarantee to his mother
that my home would be a proper place for him to visit."

"I wonder how many of his other girl friends invited him to bring his
mother to see them," said the Judge.

"Oh, he probably grew up with the other girls and was acquainted with
them from tiny things," said Linda.

"Very likely," conceded the Judge. "I think, after all, I would rather
have an invitation to make one of those trips with you to the desert or
the mountains. Is there anything else as interesting as fish hooks and
Victrola needles and wooden legs to be learned?"

"Oh, yes," said Linda, leaning farther forward, a lovely color sweeping