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"Some such name, perhaps," he continued, "as Bertram Maderstrom." There was a short silence. Captain Griffiths had leaned back in his chair and was caressing his upper lip. His eyes were fixed upon Philippa and Philippa saw nothing. Her little heel dug hard into the carpet. In a few seconds the room ceased to spin. Nevertheless, her voice sounded to her pitifully inadequate.
And I wish to warn you, too, Maderstrom, that you will have very little time. For some reason or other, Cranston is dissatisfied with the secrecy under which he has been compelled to work, and has applied to the Admiralty for recognition of his position. Immediately this is given, I gather that his house will be inaccessible to you." Lessingham sat, his arms folded, his eyes fixed upon the fire.
"We cannot help one another, then." "If you want me to transfer Mr. Lessingham, whom I remember perfectly, into a German baron whom I never heard of," Philippa declared boldly, "I am afraid that we can't." "Baron Maderstrom was a Swedish nobleman," Captain Griffiths observed. "Swedish or German, I know nothing of him," Philippa persisted. "There remains, then, nothing more to be said."
Richard asked eagerly. "Helen insisted upon keeping me out of the way but we've heard all sorts of rumours. The Commandant has been up here after him, hasn't he?" "Yes, and I sent him away with a flea in his ear! I don't like the fellow." "And Maderstrom?" "The pseudo-Mr. Lessingham, eh?" Sir Henry observed.
"But," he added, turning to Lessingham, "this is only a respite. I have more evidence behind all that I have offered. You are Baron Bertram Maderstrom, a German spy, living here in a prohibited area under a false name. That I know, and that I shall prove to those who have interfered with me in the execution of my duty. This is not the end."
He knows or guesses everything." "Everything?" Philippa nodded. "Helen must bind your head up, of course," she continued. "After that, think! What can we do? Captain Griffiths knows that there was no Hamar Lessingham at college with Dick, that he never visited Wood Norton, that there is some mystery about your arrival here, and he told me to my face that he believes you to be Bertram Maderstrom."
You cannot?" "I must," Philippa answered, struggling with her agitation. "I love Dick more dearly than anything else on earth, but just now, Helen, we have to remember, before everything, that we are English women. We have to put our human feelings behind us. We are learning every day to make sacrifices. You, too, must learn, dear. My answer to you, Baron Maderstrom or Mr.
"Well, to tell you the truth, Dick, if there is one person I am a little sorry for in the history of the last few weeks, it's Maderstrom." "You, too?" Richard exclaimed. "Why, every one seems crazy about the fellow." Sir Henry nodded. "I remember him in your college days, Dick. He was a gentleman and a good sort, only unfortunately his mother was a German.
"A most objectionable word," he remarked. "A most villainous profession," Captain Griffiths retorted. "Thank heaven that in this country we are learning the art of dealing with its disciples." "This is all a hideous mistake," Philippa declared feverishly. "I assure you that Mr. Lessingham has visited my father's house, that he was well-known to me years ago." "As the Baron Maderstrom!
"Nor is it the truth," Sir Henry added sternly. "The Baron Maderstrom was sent here, Philippa, to spy upon me, to gain access by any means to this house, to steal, if he could, certain plans and charts prepared by me." Philippa began to tremble. She seemed bereft of words. "He told me this," she faltered. "He told me not half an hour ago." There was a tapping at the door.
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