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“You still insist on acting out the part?”
Hammersley did not answer the question. Instead he asked, “Will you be good enough to tell me upon what new evidence you base your present position?”
The Councilor strode to the table and thrust the telegraphic message he had shown to the girl under Hammersley’s nose.
“This,” he growled. “I will read it to you. ‘Hammersley caused arrest of Byfield. Has informed on Rizzio and myself’ It’s signed ‘Maxwell.’ What do you think of my evidence?” He grinned, “Convincing, nicht wahr?”
Hammersley looked up into von Stromberg’s face with a smile.
“Not even in code, Excellenz? It is a pity you did not write it in English. But under the circumstances you can’t expect me to take any interest in such a trick.”
“Not you, Herr Hammersley,” he chuckled. “It is not necessary that you should believe in it. In fact there are reasons why you shouldn’t believe in it, the most important reason being that Herr Maxwell is dead.”
“Dead!”
“Obviously. You condemned him and he was put in prison. If he is not dead it is through no fault of yours.”
Hammersley smiled. “You cannot get me to acquiesce in such strange statements.”
“I do not ask you to acquiesce. I could not expect to catch Herr Hammersley by a trick. But Miss Mather was less difficult.”
Hammersley’s jaws set. “I understand. But do you mean to say that I can be incriminated by a con-
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