Suddenly she saw Cyril start and peer around him in the darkness.
“Who sent you here?” she heard his voice in a strangled whisper at her ear.
“No one,” she denied again, “I followed you.”
“That isn’t possible, Doris,” he said quickly. “I have reasons for knowing. You were here before I came. Rizzio told you—— He knew what was to happen—he was the only one who could have known.”
“Why?” Her curiosity sent all subterfuge flying. She could see his pale face in the moonlight.
“Because it was Rizzio who sent this messenger to meet me.”
“Rizzio!” The mystery was deepening. “I can’t understand.”
He hesitated a long moment before replying, as though weighing something in his mind.
“I’ll tell you this much,” he said at last. “You’ve a right to know. Rizzio told you that he was an agent of the English Government. It’s my word against his. You can believe me or not if you like. Rizzio is a spy of Germany!”
“Impossible! John Rizzio——” she whispered aghast.