"How perfectly awful!" breathed Nan.
"Miss Greta isn't as horrified as you are. She knows what Germany would do with men—yes, and women—arrested on even slighter evidence."
"They'd never do that to women!" said Nan, aghast.
"Oh, wouldn't they!"
"Set a woman against a wall and shoot her!"
"It's logical," was Miss Greta's comment.
"Logical!" echoed Nan. "It's—it's devilish."
"Risky but well paid," observed Napier, with his eyes on the rippled sand.
"It should be well paid," pronounced the quiet voice of Greta von Schwarzenberg. They had come up with Lady McIntyre, abandoned by the advance-guard. Nan offered her arm. She and Greta adapted their pace to the older woman's.
As the two men walked on, Julian spoke of the beauty of ships seen in that transfiguring light. "Only two or three little fishing-smacks, and yet the grace, the mystery—"