"Make a sound and I'll simply shoot you," he whispered.
"W-what is it you want with me?" she asked in a ghost of a voice.
"The truth."
"I told it."
"You did not. You are German."
"Believe what you like, but I am on neutral territory. Let me go."
"You ARE German! For God's sake admit it or we'll be too late!"
"What?"
"Admit it, I say. Do you want those two Americans to get away?"
"What—Americans?" stammered the girl. "I d-don't know what you mean—"