Hammersley looked up into his cousin’s face and their eyes met. Von Winden’s tone was cool and his manner as calm as on the days last year when they were hunting together, but Hammersley knew that when Udo von Winden was most calm he was also most dangerous. So he slowly reached into the pocket of his trousers and handed his cousin the papers he had taken from the German messenger. “_Danke_,” said Udo, backing to the light of the entrance of the cave to examine them. “You are sure they are all here?” “My word on it, Udo,” said Hammersley frankly. He watched his cousin examine the documents and heard him give an exclamation of satisfaction, but Hammersley saw that his eyes neglected no detail of the cavern and was aware that the muzzle of the weapon in Udo’s hand still bore directly upon him. In the shadows Hammersley saw the face of Doris, who was sitting up, pallid and dark-eyed as though awakened from one nightmare into another. As Udo saw her the muzzle of his weapon wavered and went out of alignment, but Hammersley did not move or even appear to notice the girl. There was a note of embarrassment in the German’s officer’s voice as he spoke again. “I am sorry, my cousin, that your father’s blood called you to be false to Germany. You had been suspected by Excellenz, but I would have sworn that he was mistaken. You owe me nothing, of course, but----” “It’s war, Udo,” said Hammersley quietly. “You will remember that I did not seek duty in the Imperial Secret Service. It was the Herr General who thought it valuable to use our kinship for his own purposes.” Udo shrugged. “Yes, I know,” he said quietly. “You have done your duty--but you must now be aware of the fact that you can ask no favors of me.” “I don’t. I am in your power. Shoot me if you like.” Udo smiled. “I can hardly be expected to do that. I do not love you now, my cousin. I cannot love anyone who is false to my country, but I cannot forget that once, not a year ago, we were brothers. No, I cannot shoot you, Cyril, though perhaps that would be a better death than that other--yonder.” Hammersley shrugged. “It is the fortune of war. From your point of view I deserve it. I can only thank you again, for myself and for Miss Mather, for your generosity.” A sound from the girl and Udo acknowledged her presence by a bow. “Under other circumstances,” he said with stiff politeness, “I should be glad to extend the hospitalities of Winden Schloss. But, of course, as Miss Mather can see, my mother and sisters are away and I----” “Of course, Graf von Winden, it is understood,” she said haltingly in German. “I can do nothing, Fräulein. I am powerless--at the orders of General von Stromberg, who arranges the coming and the going of all at Windenberg.” “The coming, Udo,” said Hammersley dryly. “Not the going.” “I am sorry, I have done what I could. You have done well to give me the papers. I shall now go back to Blaufelden and return them to Excellenz.” Hammersley started up.