THE YELLOW DOVE
“Merely, Excellenz, that I thought Miss Mather knew too much for Germany’s good and I chose this means of getting her to Ben-a-Chielt.”
“Where she could witness a secret meeting between two officers of my department? Bah! Herr Rizzio, your story leaks like a sieve. It is full of holes.” He touched the bell at his elbow and von Winden appeared. “You will convey Herr Rizzio to the room on the third floor. Put a guard over him.”
Rizzio started to his feet, his face ghastly, while beads of moisture stood out upon his forehead.
“You will not give me a chance to explain?” he protested huskily.
“You will be given a hearing tomorrow.”
“But, Excellenz”
“Take him away!”
As the door closed behind the two men, General von Stromberg came forward and took Hammersley by the hand.
“I am glad, mein Herr, that there is no longer any suspicion upon you. I have always liked you, Herr Hammersley, and you have done the Vaterland excellent service. I am sorry that this investigation was necessary, but in times like these I am not in a position to take chances.”
“I understand, Excellenz. But it hasn’t discommoded me in the least.”
Von Stromberg laughed.
“I can readily believe it. You are always as cool as a morning in May. As for Fräulein Mather,” and he turned ceremoniously to Doris and bowed deeply, “it has all been a mistake. If the efforts of a councilor of the Empire in undoing the wrong done you, by sending you with every comfort and dispatch to
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