United States or Sierra Leone ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
There was a short pause. "Ach, Himmel!" broke out von Brünig. "What does it matter? What are we wasting time for? Tell him if he wishes." "Why, certainly," said McMurtrie, smiling. "There is no mystery about it. I was merely keeping the matter quiet until it was settled." He turned to me.
The opposite hills were covered with a soft blue haze, and white villages sat along the shore, "like swans among the reeds." Behind, we saw the woody range of the Brunig Alp. The people bade us a pleasant good evening; there was a universal air of cheerfulness and content on their countenances.
Von Brünig walked up, the path followed by the rest of us, and thrusting his key into the lock pushed open the door. We found ourselves in a fairly big, low-ceilinged apartment, lighted by a couple of French windows opening on to the side garden. They were partly covered by two long curtains, each drawn half way across.
George did not make any reply to this remark, but taking out a small portfolio, containing writing materials, from his pocket, he set himself at work writing some letters; having, apparently, dismissed the whole subject of the mode of crossing the Brunig entirely from his mind.
"The German Government have made us a very good offer for your invention, provided of course that it will do what you claim." "It will do what I claim all right," I said coolly, "but I don't wish to sell it to the German Government." There was a sort of explosive gasp from von Brünig and Savaroff, and I saw McMurtrie's eyes narrow into two dangerous cat-like slits.
"And now," he said, pushing back his chair, "the sooner we are out of this the better." I felt that if I was going to interfere the right time had now arrived. Von Brünig's reply to Savaroff had given me just the opening I needed. "One moment, gentlemen!" I said, getting up from the couch. They all three turned in obvious surprise at the interruption. "Well?" rapped out von Brünig, "what is it?"
Dropping his weapon, he reeled backwards into von Brünig, and the pair of them went to the floor with a thud that shook the building. Almost at the same moment both the door and the window burst violently open, and two men came charging into the room. The first of the intruders was Tommy Morrison.
But something happened to me and my horse; the result being that I went up the Brunig and down the Brunig on my two legs instead of on the horse's four, and was not the least tired with my three hours' scramble up and scramble down. At the little town of Sarnen we ate eggs and drank sour wine, and Mr. Moilliet, Fanny, and Harriet remounted their horses; Mrs.
I had just arrived at this point in my meditations when McMurtrie and von Brünig came to an end of their muttered conversation. The former turned back to me. "You probably understand, Mr. Lyndon, that this unfortunate affair with the police alters our plans entirely.
"I was under the impression," I said, "that this new explosive of mine was to be put on the market as an ordinary commercial enterprise." McMurtrie rose from his chair and took a step forward. "You are perfectly right," he said. "Why should you think otherwise?" "In that case," I replied steadily, "I should like to know what Mr. von Brünig meant by his remark about the 'future of Germany."
Word Of The Day