He has been helping in this. He has seen me often with Nicholas
Fenn, and he believes that I am behind the scenes, too. He
believes that I know the truth, and that I am working for Germany.
He is absolutely to be relied upon. Every word that I am telling
you is the truth."
"What about Fenn?" Julian demanded breathlessly.
"Nicholas Fenn has had a hundred thousand pounds of German money
within the last few months," she replied. "He is one of the
foulest traitors who ever breathed. Freistner's first few letters
were genuine enough, but for the last six weeks he has been
imprisoned in a German fortress--and Fenn knows it."
"Have you any proof of all this?" Julian asked. "Remember we have
the Council to face, and they are all girt for battle."
"Yes, I have proof," she answered, "indirect but damning enough.
This man has sometimes forwarded and collected for me letters from
connections of mine in Germany. He handed me one to-night from a
distant cousin. You know him by name General Geroldberg. The
first two pages are personal. Read what he says towards the end,"
she added, passing it on to Julian.
Julian turned up the lamp and read the few lines to which she
pointed:
By the bye, dear cousin, if you should receive a shock within the
next few days by hearing that our three great men have agreed to
an absurd peace, do not worry. Their signatures have been
obtained for some document which we do not regard seriously, and
it is their intention to repudiate them as soon as a certain
much-looked for event takes place.
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