ed a mottled red and yellow colour, in the poor light
of the cell.

"Please try and remember," he said sternly, "if you mentioned me at
all."

"I swear I did not!" she cried.

"Did you say that you had received money?"

And Anna answered, truthfully, "Yes, Herr Head; I did say that."

"Fool! Fool indeed--when it would have been so easy for you to pretend
you had done it to please your nephew!"

"But Mrs. Otway, she has forgiven me. My gracious lady does not think I
did anything so very wrong," cried Anna.

"Mrs. Otway? What does she matter! They will do all they can to get out
of you how you received this money. You must say---- Are you attending,
Frau Bauer?"

She had sunk down again on her bench; she felt her legs turning to
cotton-wool. "Yes," she muttered. "Yes, I am attending----"

"You must say," he commanded, "that you always received the money from
your nephew. That since the war you have had none. Do I make myself
clear?"

"Yes," she murmured--"quite clear, Herr Head."

"If you do not say that, if you bring me into this dirty business, then
I, too, will say what _I_ know about _you_."

She looked at him uncomprehendingly. What did he mean?

"Ah, you do not know perhaps what I can tell about you!"

He came nearer to her, and in a hissing whisper went on: "I can tell how
it was through you that a certain factory in Flanders was shelled, and
eighty Englishmen were killed. And if I tell that, they will hang you!"

"But that is not true," said Anna stoutly. "So you could not say that!"

"It _is_ true." He spoke with a kind of ferocious energy that carried
conviction, even to her. "It is absolutely true, and easily proved. You
showed a letter--a letter from Mr. Jervis Blake. In that letter was
information which led directly to the killing of those eighty English
soldiers, and to the injury to Mr. Jervis Blake which lost him his
foot."

"What is that you say?" Anna's voice rose to a scream of horror--of
incredulous, protesting horror. "Unsay, do unsay what you have just
said, kind Mr. Head!"

"How can I unsay what is the fact?" he answered savagely. "Do not be a
stupid fool! You ought to be glad you performed such a deed for the
Fatherland."

"Not Mr. Jervis Blake," she wailed out. "Not the bridegroom of my
child!"

"The bridegroom of your child was engaged in killing good Germans; and
now he will never kill any Germans any more. And it is _you_, Frau
Bauer, who shot off his foot. If you bet