THE INQUISITION
“That they hadn’t searched the machine or words to that effect.”
Von Stromberg glanced at Rizzio, who was leaning forward in his chair, eager to speak.
“Well, Herr Rizzio?” he asked.
“That was a diversion—intended to give Miss Mather more time in which to escape. The second package was not in the motor. At that time there was no second package.”
Doris Mather’s voice was raised just a trifle, but for the moment it dominated.
“There was. Mr. Hammersley put it into the window sash, when he was in danger of capture.”
“Then why didn’t he put them both there?”
“I suppose because he wanted to be sure that one of them would reach its destination.”
Von Stromberg grunted. “I see. But why did you help Mr. Hammersley to save those papers when you knew that they were dangerous to England?”
“I didn’t know what they were. I did what he asked me to do because—because”
She faltered.
Von Stromberg waved his hand.
“Oh, very well. It does not matter. Who did you think was pursuing Mr. Hammersley?”
“Agents of Mr. Rizzio.”
“Why did you think that?”
“Because I heard part of what happened between Mr. Rizzio and Mr. Hammersley in the smoking-room at Lady Heathcote’s and I knew that Mr. Rizzio had threatened Mr. Hammersley.”
“Did you think the men who followed you in the other machine were German agents?”
Doris answered quickly.
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