"You are sure?"
"Yes. I saw them when I was there last April. He said that those were the plans which I had sent to Schimmel and Company."
"You saw the plans?"
"Were they plans of an automobile?"
"I—thought so then. They were on very thin paper. I supposed them to be drawings of detached machinery in sections. They looked to me like fragments of something."
"And now—in the light of what happened today—what do you believe those drawings represented?"
"I have no idea—really I haven't. Only—" She hesitated, troubled, twisting her fingers on her knees.
"Only—" he prompted her.
She said, with a tremulous intake of breath: "I think I had better tell you, Kervyn. This is what frightened me—what the experience of today seemed to suddenly make plain to me—I mean your coming to Westheath, Mr. Grätz telephoning about obeying you, and informing me of the arrest of my maid—these things, and the war, and what I have read about German spies in England—all this flashed up in my mind at the same time when you turned from the telephone and asked me such terrible questions.