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"I don't know if you happen to be a cyclist, Captain er Graf; but if you'd like a practically new motorbike, only been used since last November, I can let you " There was a swish of skirts as Grace and Alice advanced on the visitor. "I'm sure," said Grace winningly, "that you're fond of the theatre, Captain Poppenheim.
So did Captain von Poppenheim only a smaller pebble. Discipline is very strict in the German army. "Poppenheim." "Sir?" "Any signs of our er competitors?" "Yes, sir; the Russians are coming up on the left flank, sir. They'll be here in a few hours. Raisuli has been arrested at Purley for stealing chickens. The army of Bollygolla is about ten miles out. No news of the field yet, sir."
"Yes, sir." "Then " An orderly hurried up and saluted. "Telegram, sir." Absently the Prince opened it. Then his eyes lit up. "Gotterdammerung!" he said. "I never thought of that. 'Smash up London and provide work for unemployed mending it. GRAYSON," he read. "Poppenheim." "Sir?" "Let the bombardment commence." "Yes, sir." "And let it continue till the Russians arrive.
Nor did he feel inclined to withdraw himself. "It all comes of this dashed Swoop of the Vulture business," he grumbled, as he paced before his tent, ever and anon pausing to sweep the city below him with his glasses. "I should like to find the fellow who started the idea! Making me look a fool! Still, it's just as bad for the others, thank goodness! Well, Poppenheim?"
Seems to me we've simply dashed well landed ourselves in the dashed soup." Captain von Poppenheim saluted in sympathetic silence. He and the prince had been old chums at college. A life-long friendship existed between them. He would have liked to have expressed adhesion verbally to his superior officer's remarks. The words "I don't think" trembled on his tongue.
Captain von Poppenheim approached and saluted. "Please, sir, the men say, 'May they bombard London?" "Bombard London!" "Yes, sir; it's always done." Prince Otto pulled thoughtfully at his moustache. "Bombard London! It seems and yet ah, well, they have few pleasures." He stood awhile in meditation. So did Captain von Poppenheim. He kicked a pebble.
This, which may be regarded as the greatest period of the Thirty Years' War, was characterized by the appearance on the scene of Gustavus Adolphus, the Swedish King. He was not in time, however, to prevent the sacking of Magdeburg by the troops of Tilly and Poppenheim. The former, nevertheless, was defeated by the Swedes at the important battle of Breitenfeld in 1631.
Then it must stop, or there will be complications." Captain von Poppenheim saluted, and withdrew. Thus was London bombarded. Fortunately it was August, and there was nobody in town. Otherwise there might have been loss of life.
Voices were heard in the hall, and next moment the door opened and the servant announced "Mr. Prinsotto and Mr. Aydycong." "Or, rather," said the first of the two newcomers, a tall, bearded, soldierly man, in perfect English, "Prince Otto of Saxe-Pfennig and Captain the Graf von Poppenheim, his aide-de-camp." "Just so just so!" said Mr. Chugwater, affably. "Sit down, won't you?"
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