"I told you that I would not knowingly permit you to take out of England anything which might be detrimental to England's interests. And I made up my mind that if you had deceived me--and although I stood by you--because you are only a young girl--and were in danger from those who make no allowance for youth and sex--nevertheless, as soon as you were in personal safety, I meant to take from you whatever you had concealed from me and which might have been of service to England's enemies." "Would you have done that?" "Yes, if you had been untruthful to me." She bent her head, thoughtfully; then looking up at him: "Yes; that would have been just.... But I have not been untruthful." His perplexed and slightly careworn eyes met hers. "I can't doubt you," he said. "I know you have been truthful. But--what _is_ in that satchel? Forgive me, I _must_ ask you. Because there is evidently enough there to terrify you at the thought of British eyes inspecting it." "Kervyn--can't you believe me when I tell you that I don't _know_ what is in that satchel?" "I _do_ believe you. But tell me what you are afraid it might be." "I can't--truly I can't tell you. Don't you understand? Don't you realize that I must have promised?" "Promised?" "Yes--not to unlock or open the satchel. I _did_ promise." "To whom did you make that promise?" And, as she did not reply: "Was the promise made to anybody I ever met?" She looked at him in a distressed way, but his face darkened and his determination increased. "Did you make that promise to a German? An officer? Did you make it to General von Reiter?" "Yes." "I see. And there _are_ papers in that satchel!" "Yes." "Where did you get them?" "From--Mr. Grätz." "You were accustomed to receive papers from Mr. Grätz?" "Sometimes." "At certain intervals?" "I don't know. Whenever Mr. Grätz telephoned, Anna, my maid, went to London and usually brought back the--the plans." "Plans!" "Yes. I understood that they were plans of a new automobile which was being designed by the Edmeston Agency for their Berlin branch. Mr. Grätz mentioned it as the Bauer-Schroeder car." "To whom were these plans to go, ultimately?" "I sent them to New York." "To whom?" "To Schimmel and Company, Broadway." "Have you any idea where Schimmel and Company sent those plans?" "Yes. I never thought much about it then, but today I realized that sooner or later the plans were sent to General von Reiter--in Berlin." "You are sure?" "Yes. I saw them when I was there last April. He said that those were the plans which I had sent to Schimmel and Company." "You _saw_ the plans?" "Yes." "Were they plans of an automobile?" "I--thought so then. They were on very thin paper. I supposed them to be drawings of detached machinery in sections. They looked to me like fragments of something." "And now--in the light of what happened today--what do you believe those drawings represented?"