"What am I to think of this? What does this man Grätz mean when he tells me that your maid has been arrested on a serious charge and that the Edmeston Agency of a German automobile is in danger?" The girl stood very still with one slender hand resting on her satchel, her face pale and quietly serious, her brows bent slightly inward as though she were trying to remember something or to solve some unpleasant problem not yet plain to her. "One thing is clear," she said after a moment, lifting her candid eyes to his; "and that is, if you don't take me back certain friends of yours will be executed and a village in which you seem interested will be destroyed." "If taking you back means any harm to England," he said, "I won't take you." "And--your friends? What becomes of them?" "My friends and the village must take the same chances that I do." "What chances? Do you mean to go back without _me_?" "I said I would," he replied drily. "You said that if you went back without me they'd execute you." "That's what I said. But there's no use in speculating on what is likely to happen to me if I go back without you. If you don't mind I think we had better start at once. We have had our warning from this man Grätz." He gave her a searching glance, hesitated, then apparently came to an abrupt conclusion. "Miss Girard," he said coolly, "your father once took a good look at me and then made up his mind about me. And he was not mistaken; I am what he believes me to be. Now, I also have seen you, and I've made up my mind concerning you. And I don't expect to be mistaken. So I say to you frankly I am an enemy to Germany--to your country--and I will not knowingly aid her--not to save my own skin or the skins of anybody else. Tell me then have you any military knowledge which you intend to impart to your father?" "No," she said. "Have you any suspicion that your maid has been involved in any such risky business?" "I have no knowledge of anything military at all. I don't believe my maid has, either." "You can recall no incident which might lead you to believe that your maid is engaged in that sort of affair?" The girl was silent. He repeated the question. She said: "Anna has complained of being followed. I have already told you that she and I have been annoyed by impertinent telephone calls and by strange men coming here. Do you suppose they were from Scotland Yard?" "Possibly. Have you any suspicion why your maid has been arrested?" he persisted. She hesitated; her straight brows knitted slightly again as though in a perplexed effort to remember and to understand. Then she looked up at Guild out of troubled eyes and shook her head: "I don't know--I don't _know_--whatever my suspicions may be----" "Suspicions!" "My personal suspicions could scarcely concern you, Mr. Guild." The snub was direct; he reddened.