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All about her she could feel the smoothness of a falling trap. Mart smiled still more broadly. "Look here, Olga, don't get so warm over it. You're nervous now. Tell the gentlemen who made those tracks." She turned to Munn desperately. "What do you want to know for?" she asked him. The sharpness of her voice roused old Mrs. Brenner, drowsing in her corner. "Blood!" she cried suddenly.
Brenner stood where she had been when Tobey had first felt the closing of the trap and had started to run. She looked as though she might have been carved there. Her light breath seemed to do little more than lift her flat chest. Mart turned from the door. His eyes glittered. He advanced upon her hungrily like a huge cat upon an enchanted mouse.
"While we have been sitting here I have had my right hand in the half-open drawer of my desk writing with this pencil notes of what has transpired in this room. These notes, with other evidence, have been simultaneously placed before Magistrate Brenner in the night court.
But what the delegates appear to have overlooked was the decisive circumstance that they had already "on strategic grounds" assigned the Brenner line to Italy and together with it two hundred and twenty thousand Tyrolese of German race living in a compact mass although a much smaller alien element was deemed a bar to annexation in the case of Poland.
We could distinguish enough to know that, with the old Roman ruins, the churches and convent towers perched on the crags, and all, the scenery in summer must be finer than that of the Rhine, especially as the vineyards here are picturesque, the vines being trained so as to hide and clothe the ground with verdure. It was four o'clock when we reached Trent, and colder than on top of the Brenner.
Mart resumed his position before the stove, lifting one foot into the capacious black maw of the oven. "Must 'a' got your feet wet, Brenner?" the sheriff said with heavy jocularity. Brenner nodded, "You bet I did," he replied. "Been down on the beach all afternoon." "Didn't happen to hear any unusual noise down there, did you?" Munn spoke with his eyes on Mrs.
The Bavarian Railway, at present ending at Munich, is intended to be carried southward, traversing the Tyrol, through the Brenner Pass, to Innsprück and Bautzen, following the ordinary route to Trieste, and finally uniting at Verona with the Italian railways. This has not yet been commenced. Westward, again, there is the Würtemberg Railway, which ends at Friedrichshafen on Lake Constance.
Close on her words she heard the sound of footsteps and a sharp knock followed on the sagging door. Mart Brenner sat down on a chair close to the stove and lifted one foot into the oven. "See who's there!" he ordered. She opened the door and peered out.
Just beyond the great, glass-roofed building, wherein in happier times the visitors went daily to drink the medicated waters, was the hotel. A rheumatic old woman with a sash, who acted as carriage opener, with a young boy for porter, met "Captain von Brenner's sister." In the hall the corpulent host bowed before her. "Captain von Brenner?" queried Ruth. "I am his sister." Mine host paled.
Scraping away the incrustation, we find that we are in the Tyrol, high hills on all sides, no snow in the valley, a bright morning, and the snow-peaks are soon rosy in the sunrise. It is just as we expected, little villages under the hills, and slender church spires with brick-red tops. At nine o'clock we are in Innsbruck, at the foot of the Brenner. No snow yet.
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