VON STROMBERG CATECHISES
“I could not say exactly,” he said after a time. “A matter of half an hour perhaps.”
“Did you know what Herr Hammersley was doing in the meanwhile?”
“No. I could not say. I telephoned first and then went out. The guests were all in the drawing-room.”
“Did you go up to the library?”
Rizzio showed surprise. “No, Excellenz.”
“Are you sure that Herr Hammersley was in the drawing-room with the others when you went out?”
“Yes, Excellenz. I am sure of it. There was no reason for him to be anywhere else.”
“There was no chance of his going upstairs to the library for ten—fifteen minutes—without your seeing him?”
Rizzio straightened and pulled at his mustache. “Excellenz, I think I understand the object of your questions. It is not possible that Herr Hammersley could have made a copy of the papers at Lady Heathcote’s house.”
Von Stromberg paused a moment, then he asked:
“How long after you left the door of the house before he came out with the lady?”
“Scarcely more than ten minutes.”
The General’s fingers tapped more rapidly.
“Oh,” he growled, “I see.” And then, “Tell me how the matter was arranged that Captain Byfield should deliver those papers.”
“Maxwell managed it through a cipher. The War Office had grown suspicious and all the usual channels were closed. Byfield was frightened and refused to deliver further messages. So Maxwell hit upon the scheme of the cigarette papers to be delivered to Hammersley. I could not receive them from Byfield be-
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