"I"ll tell you this much," she said. "It is Germany that wishes my destruction. Germany trapped me; Germany would have destroyed me in the trap had I not escaped. Now, Germany is afraid of me, knowing what I know. And her agents follow me, spy on me, thwart me, prevent me from earning my living, until I--I can scarcely endure it--this hounding and persecution----" Her voice broke; she waited to control it:
"I am not a spy. I never was one. I never betrayed a human soul--no, nor any living thing that ever trusted me! These people who hound me know that I am not guilty of that for which another Government is ready to try me--and condemn me. They fear that I shall prove to this other Government my innocence. I can"t. But they fear I can. And the Hun is afraid of me. Because, if I ever proved my innocence, it would involve the arrest and trial and certain execution of men high in rank in the capital of this other country. So--the Hun dogs me everywhere I go. I do not know why he does not try to kill me. Possibly he lacks courage, so far. Possibly he has not had any good opportunity, because I am very careful, Garry."
"But this--this is outrageous!" broke out Barres. "You can"t stand this sort of thing, Thessa! It"s a matter for the police----"
"Don"t interfere!"
"But----"
"Don"t interfere! The last thing I want is publicity. The last thing I wish for is that your city, state, or national government should notice me at all or have any curiosity concerning me or any idea of investigating my affairs."
"Why?"
"Because, although as soon as your country is at war with Germany, my danger from Germany ceases, on the other hand another very deadly danger begins at once to threaten me."
"What danger?"
"It will come from a country with which your country will be allied.
And I shall be arrested here as a _German_ spy, and I shall be sent back to the country which I am supposed to have betrayed. And there nothing in the world could save me."
"You mean--court-martial?"
"A brief one, Garry. And then the end."
"Death?"
She nodded.
After a few moments she moved toward the door. He went with her, picking up his hat.
"I can"t let you go with me," she said with a faint smile.
"Why not?"
"You are involved sufficiently already."
"What do I care for----"
"Hush, Garry. Do you wish to displease me?"
"No, but I----"
"Please! Call me a taxicab. I wish to go back alone."
In spite of argument she remained smilingly firm. Finally he rang up a taxi for her. When it signalled he walked down stairs, through the dim hall and out to the grilled gateway beside her.
"Good-bye," she said, giving her hand. He detained it:
"I can"t bear to have you go alone----"
"I"m perfectly safe, mon ami. I"ve had a delightful time at your party--really I have. This affair of the letter does not spoil it. I"m accustomed to similar episodes. So now, good-night."
"Am I to see you again soon?"
"Soon? Ah, I can"t tell you that, Garry."
"When it is convenient then?"
"Yes."
"And will you telephone me on your safe arrival home to-night?"
She laughed:
"If you wish. You"re so sweet to me, Garry. You always have been.
Don"t worry about me. I am not in the least apprehensive. You see I"m rather a clever girl, and I know something about the Boche."
"You had your letter stolen."
"Only half of it!" she retorted gaily. "She is a gallant little thing, your friend Dulcie. Please give her my love. As for your other friends, they were amusing.... Mr. Mandel spoke to me about an engagement."
"Why don"t you consider it? Corot Mandel is the most important producer in New York."
"Is he, really? Well, if I"m not interfered with perhaps I shall go to call on Mr. Mandel." She began to laugh mischievously to herself: "There was one man there who never gave me a moment"s peace until I promised to lunch with him at the Ritz."
"Who the devil----"
"Mr. Westmore," she said demurely.
"Oh, Jim Westmore! Well, Thessa, he"s a corker. He"s really a splendid fellow, but look out for him! He"s also a philanderer."
"Oh, dear. I thought he was just a sculptor and a rather strenuous young man."
"I wasn"t knocking him," said Barres, laughing, "but he falls in love with every pretty woman he meets. I"m merely warning you."
"Thank you, Garry," she smiled. She gave him her hand again, pulled the rose-coloured cloak around her bare shoulders, ran across the sidewalk to the taxi, and whispered to the driver.
"You"ll telephone me when you get home?" he reminded her, baffled but smiling.
She laughed and nodded. The cab wheeled out into the street, backed, turned, and sped away eastward.
Half an hour later his telephone rang:
"Garry, dear?"
"Is it you, Thessa?"