"And Max shall know it," Kenneth went on. "He doesn't know that you've been up to this sort of thing, I'm sure."
"Certainly; Max shall know that I am doing something for my country. You are, no doubt, doing wonders for yours."
"I wouldn't do such dirty work as yours," cried Kenneth, more and more angry under Hellwig's calmness.
At this moment the outer door opened, and Frieda came in from the street.
"What is the matter?" she asked, looking from Kenneth's flushed face to Hellwig's smiling one, upon which, however, there flickered now a shade of embarrassment.
"The fellow is a spy!" Kenneth burst out.
"I was explaining, my dear cousin, that I am doing at least something for my country," Hellwig said.
"We should have preferred that it were anything else," said Frieda coldly. "Come, Ken, I've something to say to you."
She hurried along the corridor, not heeding Hellwig's bow as she passed. Kenneth followed her. Hellwig shrugged, and left the house with his friend.
"How did it come out?" asked Frieda, when Kenneth was alone with her in the drawing-room.