“Honorable!” he smiled. “You’d hardly get von Stromberg to think that.”
“That terrible old man!” she went on clinging to him. “I can see his vulture face now. He would have shot you—tomorrow!”
“But we fooled him—what? Poor Lindberg!”
She questioned him and he told her of the devotion of his old friend.
“And what will von Stromberg do to Lindberg?” she asked anxiously.
“I don’t know,” he said slowly. “Nothin’ perhaps, unless Udo tells.” He paused and looked into the fire. “Wish I knew about Udo,” he said thoughtfully. “We were very good pals last year.”
“But he wouldn’t see you shot!”
“He couldn’t do anythin’. I am betrayin’ his country.”
“But not your country, Cyril,” she said.