“Blindfold her eyes, please.” “Must I wear that?” asked Mata Hari, as she looked at the cloth. Maître Clunet turned to the lieutenant questioningly. “If Madame prefers not to, it is not mandatory,” replied the lieutenant. Mata Hari was neither bound nor blindfolded; she stood, gazing steadfastly at her executioners, as the priest, the nuns, and her lawyer stepped away.
