"I come as a friend, madam."
"Pardon me, but how am I to know that?"
I pushed her hard, but nothing would induce her to give me the name. "Very well, I will try another course. There were certain incidents on the journey. You will tell me them?"
"There was a collision and the train was wrecked."
"But before that?"
Again she jibbed and would not utter a syllable to bring me into it. It took all my restraint to refrain from making a dart forward to take her in my arms.
"Well, what occurred afterwards, then? How did you leave Germany?"
She thought for a second or two. "I can tell you that. I was brought over the frontier in an aeroplane and the pilot saw me afterwards to the station at Almelo, and from there I travelled here."
Vandervelt had kept his word loyally. "You will tell me that man's name, madam?"
"I cannot do that. He treated me with the greatest kindness and consideration and asked me not to do so."