"It is hidden."
"Get it; der rajah vaits."
The girl sat with no movement of response. Finnerty could see her face draw into a cast of resolve. Both he and Foley felt that it would be better to wait for the girl to leave the room before they rushed upon Boelke; there might be shooting.
The doctor's rage increased. "If your fadder is traitor to me—if der paper is not produced in five minutes, I vill send out word that he be shot on sight, und between you two ve vill find der paper." Boelke sat back in his chair with a snorting growl.
"Listen to me, Herr Boelke," the girl said in a voice clean cutting as a steel tool that rips iron. "My father is acting loyal to you, though he is a traitor to his own government. He stole that paper because he faced what he called dishonour over gambling debts, and I was blamed for taking it. I was the one who faced dishonour, and, through me, Lord Gilfain. I escaped and made my way to India under false names, not to help, as you thought, but to recover that paper and give it back to the government or destroy it."
"Haf you destroyed it?"
"You will never get it, Herr Boelke. I have to tell you this—that you may know my father did not act the traitor to you."
"Ha, ha! You are as mad as your fadder. If der paper is not here in five minutes do you know vat vill happen you?"
"I am not afraid; I took all these risks when I came here to clear my name."
"Here is der money—my time is short."