She bowed her head but did not reply.
“Perhaps it would be better if I left you two alone together. There is doubtless much that you would say which would be only interesting to yourselves.”
And then he went out, closing the door behind him.
[CHAPTER XVI]
THE GENERAL PLAYS TO WIN
When General von Stromberg went out of the room Doris turned toward Cyril, her happiness in her eyes where he could read it if he wished. But instead of coming to her he made a warning gesture and then walked slowly around the room, peering out of the windows and listening at the doors until satisfied that they were unobserved. Then he beckoned her to a spot out of the line of vision of the door into the adjoining room. She obeyed it wonderingly while he caught her in his arms and kissed her passionately.
“Thank God,” he whispered, “you understood.”
“Oh, Cyril,” she gasped, “if anything had happened to you——”
“We must be careful,” he went on, whispering hastily. “My success hangs by a hair. Tonight—the thing that I came for will be within my reach. I must have it.”