THE YELLOW DOVE
would have made asinine mistakes as they always do—the chief of which would have been that of denouncing Miss Doris Mather as an agent of England’s enemies.”
The girl tapped her toe reflectively upon the rug.
“I won’t attempt subterfuge. Of course, I know the contents of that packet.”
“You wouldn’t be a woman if you didn’t.”
“And how it was passed from Captain Byfield to Cyril Hammersley.” This was a random shot but it hit the mark. Rizzio’s eyes dilated slightly, but she saw them.
“Byfield! Impossible.”
“Not at all. Cyril told me,” she lied.
“He told you?” he paused aghast, for now she was laughing at him.
“No—but you have.”
His brow tangled and he folded his arms again.
“Of course, you know the importance to Cyril and Captain Byfield of keeping such a matter secret.”
He had not heard! He did not know! She remembered that the subject of the dreadful news from London had not been reopened and Jack Sandys’ sources of information were probably semiofficial.
She controlled her voice with an effort.
“I would hardly be the one to mention names under the circumstances—since my own fortunes seem to be involved in the matter, but as for Captain Byfield, I’m afraid that further secrecy will hardly help him.”
“What do you mean?”
“Merely that he was arrested late yesterday afternoon as he was leaving the War Office.”
She had not counted on the effect she created. She
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