The Man with the Clubfoot by Valentine Williams
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cutting the document in half? The English shot _him_ too, on account of
what was found in letters that came to him openly through the post? And who settled Schulte? And who settled the other man? Who contrived the traps that sent them to their doom? It was _I_, Grundt, _I_, the cripple, _I_, the Clubfoot, that had these traitors despatched as an example to the six thousand of us who serve our Emperor and empire in darkness! You dog, I'll smash you!" He was gibbering like an angry ape: his frame was shaking with fury: every hair in the tangle on his face and hands seemed to bristle with his Berserker frenzy. But he kept away from me, and I saw that he was still fighting to preserve his self-control. I maintained a bold front. "This may do for your own people," I said contemptuously, "but it doesn't impress me, I'm an American citizen!" He was calmer now, but his eyes glittered dangerously. "An American citizen?" he said in an icy tone. Then he fairly hissed at me: "You fool! Blind, besotted fool! Do you think you can trifle with the might of the German Empire? Ah! I've played a pretty game with you, you dirty English dog! I've watched you squirming and writhing whilst the stupid German told you his pretty little tale and plied you with his wine and his cigars. You're in our power now, you miserable English |
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