"According to your laws I suppose I am an accomplice. That is my
misfortune. It will in no way alter my determination to keep silent. If
I am arrested I can't help it." She studied his face with hopeful eyes.
"Am I to be arrested?"
"Where is the paper that was taken from Senor Alvarez immediately after
he was shot?" Mr. Grimm queried.
"I don't know," she replied frankly.
"As I understand it, then, the motive for the shooting was to obtain
possession of that paper? For your government?"
"The individual who shot Senor Alvarez _did_ obtain the paper, yes. And
now, please, am I to be arrested?"
"And just what was the purpose, may I inquire, of the message you
telegraphed with your fan in the ball-room?"
"You read that?" exclaimed Miss Thorne in mock astonishment. "You read
that?"
"And the man who read that message? Perhaps he shot the senor?"
"Perhaps," she taunted.
For a long time Mr. Grimm stood staring at her, staring, staring. She,
too, rose, and faced him quietly.
"Am I to be arrested?" she asked again.
"Why do you make me do it?" he demanded.
"That is my affair."
Mr.
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