to the study window in the house at Ninety-fifth Street."
Impish glee danced in the woman's eyes. "Your handiwork, dear friend?"
"A mere beginning. … You may tell him so, if you like."
He was subjected to a convulsive squeeze. "Never have I felt so kindly disposed toward an enemy!"
"It is true, I were a better foe to Germany if I kept my counsel and let Ekstrom continue to play double."
The music ceasing, to be followed by the inevitable clamour for more, Lanyard offered an arm upon which Sophie rested a detaining hand.
"No—wait. We dance this encore. I have more to say."
He submitted amiably, the more so since not ill-pleased with himself. And when again they were moving round the floor, she bore more heavily upon his shoulder and was thoughtful longer than he had expected. Then—
"Attention, my friend."
"I am listening, Sophie."
"If what you hint is true—and I do not doubt it is—Karl's day is done."
"More nearly than he dreams," Lanyard affirmed grimly.
"I shan't be sorry. I am German through and through; what I do, I do for the Fatherland, and in that find absolution for many things I care not to remember. If through what you tell me I may prove Karl traitor, I owe you something."
"Always it has been my fondest hope, Sophie, some day to have you in my debt."
