“Where are you living?”
She felt inspired to give him a false address. He insisted on walking with her to the Waldorf, where she said her engagement was.
“You don’t ask me where I have been?”
“I was just going to. The last I heard you were in the London Tower or somewhere. However did you get out?”
“The same way like you ditt. I thought you should choin me therein, but you also told all you knew and some more yet, yes?”
She saw then that he had turned state’s evidence. Perhaps he had betrayed Sir Joseph. Somehow she found it possible to loathe him extra. She lacked the strength to deny his odious insinuation about herself. He went on:
“Now I am in America. I could not dare go to Germany now. But here I try to gain back my place in Deutschland. These English think they use me for a stool-pitcheon. But they will find out, and when Deutschland ist über alles––ach, Gott! You shall help me. We do some work togedder. I come soon by your house. Auf––Goot-py.”
He left her at the hotel door and lifted his hat. She went into the labyrinth and lost herself. When her heart had ceased fluttering and she grew calm from very fatigue of alarm she resolved to steal out of New York.
She spent an afternoon and an evening of indecision. Night brought counsel. Polly Widdicombe had offered her a haven, and in the country. It would be an ideal hiding-place. She set to work at midnight packing her trunk.