ray me, all that will be known,
and they will not deport you, they will hang you!"

To this she said nothing, and he touched her roughly on the shoulder.
"Look up, Frau Bauer! Look up, and tell me that you understand! It is
important!"

She looked up, and even he was shocked, taken aback, by the strange look
on her face. It was a look of dreadful understanding, of fear, and of
pain. "I do understand," she said in a low voice.

"If you do what I tell you, nothing will happen to you," he exclaimed
impatiently, but more kindly than he had yet spoken. "You will only be
sent home, deported, as they call it. If you are thinking of your money
in the Savings Bank, that they will not allow you to take. But without
doubt your ladies will take care of it for you till this cursed war is
over. So you see you have nothing to fear if you do what I tell you. So
now good-bye, Frau Bauer. I'll go and tell them that you know nothing,
that I have been not able to get anything out of you. Is that so?"

"Yes," she answered apathetically.

Giving one more quick look at her bowed head, he went across and knocked
loudly at the cell door.

There was a little pause, and then the door opened. It opened just wide
enough to let him out.

And then, just for a moment, Alfred Head felt a slight tremor of
discomfort, for the end of the passage, that is, farther down, some way
past Anna's cell, now seemed full of men. There stood the chief local
police inspector and three or four policemen, as well as the gentleman
from London.

It was the latter who first spoke. He came forward, towards Alfred Head.
"Well," he said rather sternly, "I presume that you've been able to get
nothing from the old woman?"

And Mr. Head answered glibly enough, "That's quite correct, sir. There
is evidently nothing to be got out of her. As you yourself said, sir,
not long ago, this old woman has only been a tool."

The two policemen were now walking one each side of him, and it seemed
to Alfred Head as if he were being hustled along towards the hall where
there generally stood, widely open, the doors leading out on to the
steps to the Market Place.

He told himself that he would be very glad to get out into the open air
and collect his thoughts. He did not believe that his old
fellow-countrywoman would, to use a vulgar English colloquialism, "give
him away." But still, he would not feel quite at ease till she was
safely deported and out of the way.

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