THE YELLOW DOVE
He brought his broad palm down on the bell upon the table and said to Captain von Winden, who answered it:
“You will bring Fräulein Doris Mather down to this room at once.” As Captain von Winden went out, the eyes of both men were turned to Hammersley. He started in surprise, and leaned forward toward von Stromberg, slowly turning with a frown to Rizzio.
“Doris—Miss Mather—here!” he muttered. “She came—with—with Herr Rizzio?”
Von Stromberg nodded.
“Herr Rizzio persuaded her to come with him.”
“Persuaded! It is impossible.” He rose and took a pace toward Rizzio. “What could have been his object? I do not understand. It will be very cruel for her to—to see me—since she knows that I am an enemy of England, Excellenz. She it was who read the papers and burned them. If Herr Rizzio supposes that Fräulein Mather’s evidence will” He paused, his brow knitting in thought.
“Her evidence is important,” said von Stromberg. “Under the circumstances you should be glad to have such an enemy to testify against you. Sit down, Herr Hammersley. I regret that the necessities of the case require this witness.”
Hammersley sat and, frowning at the wall opposite, folded his arms. “I am at your orders, Excellenz. I need not remind you that she will tell the truth.”
“That,” said von Stromberg, with a wide wave of the hand, “is precisely what we are here for.”
There was a silence, grim and amusing on von Stromberg’s part, self-restrained on Rizzio’s. Hammersley still sat staring at the wall, thoughtful and
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