Part 3 (1/2)

”But just now,” cried Marie; ”not ten minutes since.”

”Why did you not come to me at once?”

”I was afraid,” replied Marie. ”If I moved I was afraid he might hear me, and he, knowing I would expose him, would kill me--and so _escape you!_” There was an eager whisper of approval. For silence, General Andre slapped his hand upon the table.

”Then,” continued Marie, ”I understood with the receivers on his ears he could not have heard me open the door, nor could he hear me leave, and I ran to my aunt. The thought that we had harbored such an animal sickened me, and I was weak enough to feel faint. But only for an instant. Then I came here.” She moved swiftly to the door. ”Let me show you the room,” she begged; ”you can take him in the act.” Her eyes, wild with the excitement of the chase, swept the circle. ”Will you come?” she begged.

Unconscious of the crisis he interrupted, the orderly on duty opened the door.

”Captain Thierry's compliments,” he recited mechanically, ”and is he to delay longer for Madame d'Aurillac?”

With a sharp gesture General Andre waved Marie toward the door. Without rising, he inclined his head. ”Adieu, madame,” he said. ”We act at once upon your information. I thank you!”

As she crossed from the hall to the terrace, the ears of the spy were a.s.saulted by a sudden tumult of voices. They were raised in threats and curses. Looking back, she saw Anfossi descending the stairs. His hands were held above his head; behind him, with his automatic, the staff officer she had surprised on the fourth floor was driving him forward.

Above the clenched fists of the soldiers that ran to meet him, the eyes of Anfossi were turned toward her. His face was expressionless. His eyes neither accused nor reproached. And with the joy of one who has looked upon and then escaped the guillotine, Marie ran down the steps to the waiting automobile. With a pretty cry of pleasure she leaped into the seat beside Thierry. Gayly she threw out her arms. ”To Paris!” she commanded. The handsome eyes of Thierry, eloquent with admiration, looked back into hers. He stooped, threw in the clutch, and the great gray car, with the machine gun and its crew of privates guarding the rear, plunged through the park.

”To Paris!” echoed Thierry.

In the order in which Marie had last seen them, Anfossi and the staff officer entered the room of General Andre, and upon the soldiers in the hall the door was shut. The face of the staff officer was grave, but his voice could not conceal his elation.

”My general,” he reported, ”I found this man in the act of giving information to the enemy. There is a wireless--”

General Andre rose slowly. He looked neither at the officer nor at his prisoner. With frowning eyes he stared down at the maps upon his table.

”I know,” he interrupted. ”Some one has already told me.” He paused, and then, as though recalling his manners, but still without raising his eyes, he added: ”You have done well, sir.”

In silence the officers of the staff stood motionless. With surprise they noted that, as yet, neither in anger nor curiosity had General Andre glanced at the prisoner. But of the presence of the general the spy was most acutely conscious. He stood erect, his arms still raised, but his body strained forward, and on the averted eyes of the general his own were fixed.

In an agony of supplication they asked a question.

At last, as though against his wish, toward the spy the general turned his head, and their eyes met. And still General Andre was silent. Then the arms of the spy, like those of a runner who has finished his race and b.r.e.a.s.t.s the tape exhausted, fell to his sides. In a voice low and vibrant he spoke his question.

”It has been so long, sir,” he pleaded. ”May I not come home?”

General Andre turned to the astonished group surrounding him. His voice was hushed like that of one who speaks across an open grave.

”Gentlemen,” he began, ”my children,” he added. ”A German spy, a woman, involved in a scandal your brother in arms, Henri Ravignac. His honor, he thought, was concerned, and without honor he refused to live. To prove him guiltless his younger brother Charles asked leave to seek out the woman who had betrayed Henri, and by us was detailed on secret service. He gave up home, family, friends. He lived in exile, in poverty, at all times in danger of a swift and ign.o.ble death. In the War Office we know him as one who has given to his country services she cannot hope to reward. For she cannot return to him the years he has lost. She cannot return to him his brother. But she can and will clear the name of Henri Ravignac, and upon his brother Charles bestow promotion and honors.”

The general turned and embraced the spy. ”My children,” he said, ”welcome your brother. He has come home.”

Before the car had reached the fortifications, Marie Gessler had arranged her plan of escape. She had departed from the chateau without even a hand-bag, and she would say that before the shops closed she must make purchases.

Le Printemps lay in their way, and she asked that, when they reached it, for a moment she might alight. Captain Thierry readily gave permission.

From the department store it would be most easy to disappear, and in antic.i.p.ation Marie smiled covertly. Nor was the picture of Captain Thierry impatiently waiting outside unamusing.

But before Le Printemps was approached, the car turned sharply down a narrow street. On one side, along its entire length, ran a high gray wall, grim and forbidding. In it was a green gate studded with iron bolts. Before this the automobile drew suddenly to a halt. The crew of the armored car tumbled off the rear seat, and one of them beat upon the green gate. Marie felt a hand of ice clutch at her throat. But she controlled herself.

”And what is this?” she cried gayly.