He gave her a searching glance, hesitated, then apparently came to an abrupt conclusion.
"Miss Girard," he said coolly, "your father once took a good look at me and then made up his mind about me. And he was not mistaken; I am what he believes me to be. Now, I also have seen you, and I've made up my mind concerning you. And I don't expect to be mistaken. So I say to you frankly I am an enemy to Germany—to your country—and I will not knowingly aid her—not to save my own skin or the skins of anybody else. Tell me then have you any military knowledge which you intend to impart to your father?"
"No," she said.
"Have you any suspicion that your maid has been involved in any such risky business?"
"I have no knowledge of anything military at all. I don't believe my maid has, either."
"You can recall no incident which might lead you to believe that your maid is engaged in that sort of affair?"
The girl was silent. He repeated the question. She said: "Anna has complained of being followed. I have already told you that she and I have been annoyed by impertinent telephone calls and by strange men coming here. Do you suppose they were from Scotland Yard?"
"Possibly. Have you any suspicion why your maid has been arrested?" he persisted. She hesitated; her straight brows knitted slightly again as though in a perplexed effort to remember and to understand. Then she looked up at Guild out of troubled eyes and shook her head:
"I don't know—I don't know—whatever my suspicions may be——"
"Suspicions!"