Chapter 17
SOMETHING UNEXPECTEDBewildered by the rapidity with which such a succession of
terrifying events had taken place, Jane sank dazedly into a chair,
trying her best to collect her thoughts, as she looked about on the
recent scene of battle. All of the German plotters had been
overcome and captured. There, dead on the floor, lay the arch
conspirator, old Otto Hoff, his clammy face still twisted into a
savage expression of malignant, defiant hate.
And there, too, a martyr to the country's cause, lay Thomas
Dean. A sob of pity rose in Jane's throat as she thought of him,
and the great tears rolled unchecked down her cheeks. He was so
young, so brave, so fine. Why must Death have come to him when
there was yet so much he might have done? With his talent and
education, with
