“Do you know what this man is doing? Do you know your country is at war, and this man and his work are more dangerous than an army on the battlefield? Do you know that? Do you know that for years he has plotted and worked against America? That he has burned mills, dynamited bridges, stirred up labor troubles—bought and paid for murders—for Germany? You do know. I know that you know.... And yet you call yourself an American and say you are no traitor.... You’re as bad as he.”
“You mustn’t say that.” Her flaming spirit was awakened to anger, an anger sending her on as headlong a course as his. “I sha’n’t listen to it.... I tell you I hate him.”
“Is he Adolf von Arnheim?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is he the man who stole Matthews’s aeroplane?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is he the man who plotted to blow up my workshop?”
“I don’t know.”
“You are not telling the truth.”
“I am telling the truth.”