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"When did you last eat? "he asked her.
"I am not hungry," she replied, making no attempt to conceal her hatred. Hating them all this handsome, gentleman, the tall lieutenant who stood beside him, and Herman Fleischer who sat across the cabin from her, with his knees spread apart to accommodate the full hang of his belly.
I will send for food." Von Kleine ignored her protest and rang for his steward. When the food came, she could not deny the demands of her body and she ate, trying to show no enjoyment. The sausage and pickles were delicious, for she had not eaten since the previous noon.
Courteously von Kleine turned his attention to a discussion with
Lieutenant Kyller until she had finished, but when the steward removed the empty tray he came back to her.
"Herr Fleischer tells me you are the daughter of Major O'Fly
the commander of the Portuguese irregulars operating in German territory?"
"I was until he was hanged, murdered! He was injured and helpless. They tied him to a stretcher..." Rosa flared at him,
tears starting in her eyes.
"Yes," von Kleine stopped her, "I know. I am not pleased.
That is now a matter between myself and Commissioner Fleischer. I
can only say that I am sorry. I offer you my condolence." He paused and glanced at Herman Fleischer.
Rosa could see by the angry blue of his eyes that he meant what he said.
"But now there are some questions I must ask you..
Rosa had pla
Sebastian's attempt to place the time fuse aboard Blucher.
What were she and Fly
Keeping the Blucher under surveillance. Waiting to signal her departure to the blockading cruisers.
How did the British know that Blucher was in the Rufiji?
The steel plate, of course. Then confirmation by aerial reco
Were they contemplating offensive action against Blitcher?
No, they would wait until she sailed.
What was the strength of the blockade squadron?" Two cruisers that she had seen, she did not know if there were other warships waiting over the horizon.
Von Kleine phrased his questions carefully, and listened attentively to her replies. For an hour the interrogation continued,
until Rosa was yawning openly, tied her voice was slurred with exhaustion. Von Kleine realized that there was nothing to be learned from her. What she had told him he already knew or had guessed.
"Thank you," he finished. "I am keeping you aboard my ship.
There will be danger here, for soon I will be going out to meet the
British warships. But I believe that it will be better for you than if
I handed you over to the German administration ashore." He hesitated a moment and glanced at Commissioner Fleischer. "In every nation there are evil men, fools and barbarians. Do not judge us all by one man."
With distaste at her own treachery, Rosa found that she auld not hate this man. A weary smile tugged her mouth and she answered him.
"You are kind."
"Lieutenant Kyller will see you to the hospital.
I am sorry I can offer you no better quarters, but this is a crowded vessel." When she had gone, von Kleine lit a cheroot and while he tasted its comforting fragrance, he allowed his eyes to rest on the portrait of the two golden women across the cabin. Then he sat up in his chair and his voice had lost its gentleness as he spoke to the man who lolled on the couch.
"Herr Fleischer, I find it difficult to express fully my extreme displeasure at your handling of this affair..
After a night of fitful sleep, Rosa lay on her hospital bunk behind the screen and she thought of her husband. If things had gone well Sebastian must by now have placed the time charge and escaped from
Blitcher. Perhaps he was already on his way to the rendezvous on the
Abati river. If this were so, then she would not see him again. It was her one regret.
She imagined him in his ludicrous disguise, and she smiled a little. Dear lovable Sebastian. Would he ever know what had happened to her? Would he know that she had died with those whom she hated?
She hoped that he would never kno, that he would never torture himself with the knowledge that he had placed the instrument of her death with his own hands.
I wish I could see him just once more to tell him that my death is unimportant beside the death of Herman Fleischer, beside the destruction of this German warship. I wish only that when the time comes, I could see it. I wish there were some way I could know the exact time of the explosion so I could tell Herman Fleischer a minute before, when it is too late for him to escape, and watch him. Perhaps he would blubber, perhaps he would scream with fear. I would like that. I would like that very much.
The strength of her hatred was such that she could no longer lie still. She sat up and tied the belt of her gown around her waist. She was filled with a restless itchy exhilaration. It would be today she felt sure sometime today she would slake this burning thirst for vengeance that had tormented her for so long.