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That report was brought over by Lady Maggie Trent, Lord Dorminster's stepdaughter, who was really the brains of the enterprise and under another name was acting as governess to the children of Herr Essendorf, President of the German Republic. Half an hour before his death, my uncle was decoding this dispatch in his library. I saw him doing it, and I saw the dispatch itself.
I don't think Essendorf would be at all likely to give away any more interesting information in the domestic circle." "What are we all going to do, then?" Maggie asked. "We are met here to discuss it," Nigel replied. "Jesson is off to Russia this afternoon. I asked him to come round and have a few last words with us, in case there was anything to suggest for us stay-at-homes."
You talk about thrills, Nigel," she went on. "Do you know that the last night before I left for my vacation, I actually heard that fat old Essendorf chuckling with his wife about how his clever police had laid an English spy by the heels, and telling her, also, of the papers which they had discovered and handed over.
We arranged it all with the Wendercombes, but as a matter of fact I did not even start with them. For the last eight months, I have been living part of the time in Berlin and part of the time in a country house near the Black Forest." "Alone?" "Not a bit of it! I have been governess to the two daughters of Herr Essendorf." "Essendorf, the President of the German Republic?" Lady Maggie nodded.
"I'll keep the secrets of my heart hidden until after luncheon, at any rate -and just ask you how you enjoyed your stay in Berlin?" Maggie's manner changed. She lowered her voice. "In Berlin?" she repeated. "In the household of the erstwhile leather manufacturer, the present President, Herr Essendorf. I hope you liked those fat children. They always seemed to me loathsome little brats."
"I rather wondered why they let me out," she observed. "Perhaps you can explain why Frau Essendorf keeps on writing to me under my pseudonym of 'Miss Brown' and to my reputed address in Lincolnshire, begging me to return." "I could tell you that, too," he replied. "They want you back in Berlin." "They really do know, then, that I brought over the dispatch from Atcheson?" she asked.
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