'Marvellous!' she murmured.
'Don't chaff me—it's really interesting.'
'Yes,' she admitted, 'it is interesting even from its external point of view. You are right. The Baron is probably giving, or has given, an enormous order for ammunition. Yet there is something behind that little conference, if only we could probe it, more interesting than you would believe, my friend.'
She paused. He waited eagerly, but she was silent for an unusually long time.
'You were suggesting,' he ventured to remind her, 'a few minutes ago, that there was some way in which intervention——'
She leaned a little towards him. Her hand rested for a second upon his.
'I have come to the conclusion,' she said, speaking very softly, 'that one of us, either you or I, must kill Ossendorf.'
He began to laugh and then stopped suddenly. A little shiver ran through him. For a single second her face was almost the face of a tigress. He felt that his laugh was a mistake.
'You are in earnest!' he muttered.
She rose from the table, gathered up her belongings and allowed him to arrange her cloak about her shoulders.