The Man with the Clubfoot by Valentine Williams
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the Herr Doktor was not one of these tiresome American spies that are
overrunning our country. The Herr Doktor will understand.... If the Herr Doktor had but said ..." "Herr Major," I said, endeavouring to put as much insolence as I could into my voice (that is what a German understands), "I am not in the habit of bleating my business to every fool I meet. Now I must go back to the train." "The Berlin train has gone, Herr Doktor, but..." "The Berlin train gone?" I said. "But my business brooks no delay. I tell you I must be in Berlin to-night!" "There is no question of your taking the ordinary train, Herr Doktor," the fat man replied smoothly, "but unfortunately the special which I had ready for you has been countermanded. I thought you were not coming again." A special? By Jove! I was evidently a personage of note. But a special would never do! Where the deuce was it going to take me? "The Berlin train was to have been held back until your special was clear," the Major went on, "but we must stop her at Wesel until you have passed. I will attend to that at once!" He gave some order down the telephone and after a brisk conversation turned to me with a beaming face: "They will stop her at Wesel and the special will be ready in |
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