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"My passports were wrong in some respect?" "Oh, no, Herr; they were correct." Grumbach roused his mind energetically. He forced down the fast beating of his heart, banished the astonishment from his face, and even brought a smile to his lips. "But whatever can the chancellor want of me?" "That is not my business. I was simply sent to find you.
"Well," said Carmichael, beckoning to the waitress, and paying the score, "if any trouble rises, send for me. You don't look like a man who has done anything very bad." He offered his hand again. Grumbach pressed it firmly, and there was a moisture in his eyes. Together they returned to the Grand Hotel for lunch. On the way neither talked very much.
According to Grumbach, he sought to induce prominent Norwegian Socialists to act as intermediaries to inform certain Norwegian syndicates that Germany would grant them a monopoly of coal consignments if the Norwegian Social Democratic press would adopt a more friendly attitude toward Germany and the Social Democratic members in the Norwegian parliament would urge the stoppage or the limitation of fish exports to England.
The chancellor shot a piercing glance at Grumbach, but the latter was studying the mural decorations. Carmichael sat tight in his chair, curious to learn what it was all about. Breunner entered. He was thin and partly bald and quite fifty. "Breunner, her highness will need many flowers to-morrow. See to it that they are cut in the morning." "It shall be done, Excellency."
I never knew or heard of a man of that name." Nevertheless, he decided to go. Certainly this man Grumbach did not urge him without some definite purpose. He laid down his pipe, reached for his hat and coat for in the lodge he generally went about in his shirt-sleeves and went over to the hotel. The concierge, who knew Hermann, conducted him to room ten on the entresole. Hermann knocked.
Grumbach translated the substance of this dialogue to his companions. They approved. The three of them solemnly trooped out, leaving Carmichael bewildered. Alone, his mind searched a thousand channels, but these were blind and led nowhere. Blunder, wrong? What did Grumbach mean by that? What kind of a blunder, and who was innocently wronged? No use!
The ride and the cold air of morning had made him ravenous. Grumbach rose and caught Carmichael by the arm. "Your pardon, sir," he said in good English, "but you are Mr. Carmichael, the American consul?" "I am." "Will you kindly look over my papers?" Grumbach asked. "You are from the United States?" Then Carmichael remembered that this must be the compatriot who arrived the night before.
This movement brought Carmichael's eye to the scar. Grumbach acknowledged the stare by running his finger along the subject. "I came near passing in my checks the day I got that," he volunteered. "Everybody looks at it when I take off my hat. I've tried tonics, but the hair won't grow there." "Where did you get it?" "At Gettysburg." "Gettysburg?" with a lively facial change. "You were in the war?"
Grumbach showed a mild interest over the procedure. "Why do you do that, Captain?" "A little idea I have; it may not amount to anything." But the American was puzzled over the cutting. There were two sides to it: which had interested the vintner? "Do you care for another beer?" "No, I am tired and sleepy, Captain." "All right; we'll go back to the hotel. There is nothing going on here to-night."
"It may not be right to ship our criminals over there, but it is considered very good politics." "Shall we go at once? I never expected to enter the palace of the grand duke of Ehrenstein," Grumbach added. "It will be something to tell of when I go back to America." The only thing that reassured him was the presence of one officer.
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