Von Salzinger stirred.
"I regard her now as one of my country's enemies. There can be no thought of marriage with one's country's enemy. Such can never receive the consideration we display towards our own womankind. In war the woman is the prize of the victor. That is real war."
The callous brutality of the man was revolting. But the other gave no sign. He contented himself with a continuance of his cold regard, and a further ejaculation.
Encouraged by this negative sign of approval Von Salzinger ventured an interrogation.
"How can my relations with her further your plans, Excellency?"
"I am not quite sure—yet." Then Von Berger bestirred himself. "It is necessary to lay hands on Von Hertzwohl—at once, and——"
He broke off. At that moment a knock at the door interrupted him.
Von Salzinger sprang to his feet and hurried across the room. After reclosing the door he returned to Von Berger.
"Vassilitz has brought this telegram. It arrived last night at Redwithy Farm. Does your Excellency wish to speak to him?"
Von Berger took the message and opened it. It was addressed to Madame Vladimir at Redwithy Farm. The set of his features relaxed as he read the brief communication. Then he passed it across to Von Salzinger.