THE YELLOW DOVE
“I have never eaten the bread and salt of Germany, or wormed my way into the hearts of its people.”
“I’m sure you flatter me. The people of my set in London are agreeable, but”
Doris had straightened in the act of rising.
“I did not come on deck to discuss your ideals or Germany’s. I hope that you will excuse”
“You will not listen?”
“No. I care nothing for your political views. I am your prisoner. I want to know without further words the worst that I am to expect from you.”
“You have been upon the Sylph before. What was proper for you then is proper for you now. You are quite safe in my hands. I shall try to make you comfortable. Does that answer your question?”
“And after”
“You are to be delivered to the head of the Secret Service Department of the German Empire.”
The girl paled and sank back into her chair.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because you are in possession of information that he wants.”
“What information? It isn’t true. I know nothing.”
“I am sorry,” he apologized again. “The cigarette papers. You read them.”
“No—no.”
“You forget that you have already admitted that. You have also read the second message which was to take the place of the first.”
“You are dreaming. A second message? I know nothing of a second message.”
“Pardon me, if I remind you of it. You would have burned it in the drawing-room at Kilmorack
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