Her own voice was lower still: "Please don't go with me, Mr. Guild. Let me go to the wharf alone. Let me take my chances alone. If there is any difficulty they will arrest you, too. And if I—were convicted——"
"You could not be. That is utterly impossible. Don't think of such things, Miss Girard."
"I must think of them. Will you tell me something?" She turned and looked at him curiously, almost wistfully.
"I want to ask you something. You—you said to me that if you thought me a spy, you would not help me to escape from England. You said so, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"You mean it, don't you?"
"Why? You are not English. You are an American. America is neutral. Why are you an enemy to Germany?"
"I can't tell you why," he said.
"Are you an enemy to Germany?"