"He was a murderer!" cried Hilda.
"No; it was war. What he did was in the interest of Germany, and that absolves him."
"You are not a Prussian; you are a Dane."
"My sympathies are with Prussia; and that is enough for me. I am the daughter of a noble. I did not come here to discuss the war. I came to demand help."
Mathison sighed with relief. The woman did not know that her man was at large. He played a card in the dark.
"I purpose to give you up to the authorities at once," he said, coldly.
Berta laughed. "Try it. Do you think me such a fool as to come unarmed?"
"And how might you be armed?"
"Ask my sister."