"Yes! The girl!" said Otto. He frowned and continued to walk up and
down, while the other laughed.

"What would you?" he demanded. "You would get yourself into all sorts
of trouble. There is no kidnapping of young women in this campaign,
remember!"

"I would like to marry her," said Otto coolly. "She is so pretty and
sweet."

"So are the German girls," declared Gustav, loyally.

"What a romantic episode!" sighed Otto, rolling his eyes in a
sentimental manner. "I discover this beautiful American here in
Warsaw, in the heart of the war; I love her; I marry her. It is
wonderful!"

"It certainly is," said Gustav. "Wonderful indeed! And in order to
bring her to a proper idea of your goodness and charm, you shoot her
father and brother - do you shoot her brother, by the way?"

Otto scowled. "You are coarse, my friend," he said. "I do not shoot
anyone.

Germany merely destroys a spy. As for the brother, he is small, I
think he disappears."

"Does the German army cause that too?" asked Gustav.