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Updated: June 15, 2025
"Then M. Camille Penurot also was lying when he said you were his father?" "For God's sake be merciful! Don't torture me! What is the matter with Camille? Where is he?" "He has been caught spying. What will happen to him depends on your own behaviour." Eberhard Amelungen sank back in his stool in a state of collapse. "My God! you don't mean to put him in prison? or to shoot him?"
I should like to speak to you privately." When Heideck had complied with his request, Amelungen continued, speaking hastily, and bringing out his words with difficulty: "In me you see a man who deserves compassion, a man who has been, entirely against his will and inclination, compromised.
He said I could look at the cargo and discuss whether it should be unloaded here or at Ternenzen." "Now, M. Penurot, I will tell you something. You will go with me to Antwerp, where I will call on Herr Amelungen and convince myself whether you are really as innocent as you say, and as I shall be glad to believe you are for the present." The grocer appeared to be getting still more uneasy.
Heideck introduced himself, and without wasting words told him the reason of his visit. "I have reason to believe, Herr Amelungen, that you hold in your hands some, if not all, of the chief meshes of a widespread net of espionage. And I think it would be to your interest to tell me the whole truth of your own accord.
My duty calls me from one place to another, and as long as this war lasts I am not my own master for an hour. We must have patience, Edith. Even this campaign cannot last for ever, and if Heaven has decreed that I shall come out of it alive, we shall meet again, never more to part. "You may not be able to answer this letter, for communication with Frau Amelungen is interrupted.
He informed him of the result of his conversation and examined the confiscated papers in his presence. A large number were letters from the Countess Clementine Arselaarts to Frau Beatrix Amelungen, and their contents were harmless, with the exception of a few expressions advising watchfulness and despatch.
Amelungen pulled open a drawer in his writing-table, pressed a spring, and a secret compartment at the back flew open. "There they are!" said he, handing a small bundle of sheets of paper to Heideck. But the Major's keen eye had noticed, as he glanced rapidly at the compartment, that it contained some other papers, which he politely but firmly demanded to see.
Eberhard Amelungen, whose powers of resistance seemed completely broken in this painful hour, nodded assent. "I promise both, Herr major!" Heideck, having left a criminal official with instructions to keep watch, repaired without delay to the office of Lieutenant-Colonel Nollenberg, head of the intelligence department for Antwerp.
Penurot is an agent who does all kinds of business." "Oh! and what does the owner, Mynheer van Spranekhuizen, say to your having anything to do with such things as the conveyance of these loaves?" "Mynheer van Spranekhuizen and Mynheer Amelungen are near relations." "In other words, these two gentlemen have agreed to send the Bressay from the Shetlands to Dover, and from Dover to Antwerp."
Eberhard Amelungen was unable to conceal his confusion, when an officer in the uniform of the Prussian General Staff appeared at the door of his private office. Amelungen was a man about sixty years of age, a typical specimen of a substantial, respectable merchant. "I am somewhat surprised, sir," he said in measured tones. "What can I do for you?"
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