"If I refuse?"
Von Berger shrugged.
"You will still make it. The preparations will be made for you."
"By whom?"
"By your servants."
There was just the faintest flicker of the eyelids as the man assured her. There was no smile, and yet there was a change from the frigidity which had been so poignantly marked up to that moment.
"My servants! Are they, too, bound to obey the mandates of Berlin in violation of the laws of free England?" Anger was getting the better of her resolve.
"They, too, are children of the Fatherland."
"Spies!"
The exclamation broke from the angry woman with fierce heat.