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Updated: May 28, 2025
I have never forgotten you.... Only a moment ago I was speaking to Brown about you of our wonderful ibex hunt! I was telling Brown my comrade " he turned his head slightly and presented the two young men "Mr. Brown, an American " "American?" repeated Von Glahn in his gentle, well-bred voice, offering his hand.
She did not try to hide anything, to smooth over the effect of her hasty action: on the contrary, she sat down close to me and kept looking at me fixedly. Now and again she spoke to me. And afterwards, when we were playing "Enke," she said: "I shall have Lieutenant Glahn. I don't care to run after anyone else." I whispered, stamping my foot.
It was the day after this that Glahn got the letter. There came a letter for him, sent up by express messenger from the river station, and it had made a detour of a hundred and eighty miles. The letter was in a woman's hand, and I thought to my self that perhaps it was from that former friend of his, the noble lady.
From behind the thick lenses of his spectacles the Herr Professor examined the rifle while his monotonously dreary voice continued an entomological monologue for Brown’s edification. And all the while Von Glahn and Stent, reclining nearby among the ferns, were exchanging what appeared to be the frankest of confidences and the happiest of youthful reminiscences.
Some time passed an hour, perhaps. A glass was upset over a lady's dress. As soon as Edwarda saw it, she cried: "What has happened? That was Glahn, of course." I had not done it: I was standing at the other end of the room when it happened. After that I drank pretty hard again, and kept near the door, to be out of the way of the dancers. The Baron still had the ladies constantly round him.
Glahn laughed nervously when he had read it, and gave the messenger extra money for bringing it. But it was not long before he turned silent and gloomy, and did nothing but sit staring straight before him. That evening he got drunk sat drinking with an old dwarf of a native and his son, and clung hold of me too, and did all he could to make me drink as well.
And Colonel Goldapp, in an expressionless voice, pronounced sentence. "The prisoner is old enough, though he is only a boy, to know the fate of a spy. He risked this fate. He will be shot at once. Captain von Glahn will take charge of the execution of the court's sentence." Fred passed through the minutes that followed as if he were in a dream.
There is quite sufficient of the erratic and unusual in the character of Glahn, the hero, but the tone is more subdued. The madcap youth of genius has realized that the world looks frigidly at its vagaries, and the secretly proud "au moins je suis autre" more a boast than a confession gives place to a wistful, apologetic admission of the difference as a fault.
Something fell against Fred, something heavy and warm. It was a full minute before he realized that it was von Glahn, staggering, coughing. He supported the German officer for a moment. Then they went down together with von Glahn, still coughing terribly, on top. That saved Fred's life. For over him now, for the next five minutes, there raged a furious fight.
"Because I'm not so sure but I might make a little mistake and put a bullet in your throat." Glahn did not answer, and I went down again. After that warning he would hardly dare to go out to-morrow but what did he want to get Maggie out under my window for, and fool with her there at the top of his voice?
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