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Updated: June 4, 2025
A light of interest was growing in the Emperor's manner, banishing his ill-temper. Anything novel always appealed to him. "Well?" he said. "The ruse was detected, the letter was found and our man was fined twenty pounds at the police court. It was then that Dr. Grundt decided to send me...." "You've got it with you?" the other exclaimed eagerly. "No, Your Majesty," I said.
"There were four of us after that letter, as you knew, Grundt, and three of us are dead. But you never got me. I was the fourth man, the unknown quantity in all your elaborate calculations ... and it seems to me I spoiled your reckoning ... I and this brother of mine ... an amateur at the game, Grundt!"
I was so taken aback at finding myself in the Emperor's presence that I forgot my part and remained staring in stupefaction at the apparition. The other was seemingly too busy with his thoughts to notice my forgetfulness, for he spoke at once, imperiously, in the harsh staccato of a command. "What is this I hear?" he said. "Why has not Grundt come? What are you doing here?"
"I had no means of bringing it away. Dr. Grundt, on the other hand ..." And I doubled up my leg and touched my foot. The Emperor stared at me and the furrow reappeared between his eyes. Then a smile broke out on his face, a warm, attractive smile, like sunshine after rain, and he burst into a regular guffaw.
"You permit me," said Grundt curtly, as he broke the seal of the telegram. So as not to seem to observe him, I got up and walked across to the window, and leaned against the warm radiator. "Well?" said a voice from the arm-chair. "Well?" I echoed. "I have made you my proposal, Herr Doktor: you have made yours. Yours is quite unacceptable.
'The good Clubfoot, 'old chap, 'sly old fox, and all the rest of it would run across to England and secure the other half, while Count Bernstorff's smart young man from America would wait in Rotterdam until Herr Dr. Grundt arrived and handed him the other portion. "But Count Bernstorff's young man does nothing of the kind. He is one too many for the old fox. He does not wait for him.
But by the time Semlin got to London the interpreter was jugged and Semlin had to report that he had only got half the letter. The rest you know ... how Grundt was sent for, how he came to this country and retrieved the other portion.
He must manage to let Grundt believe that he is going to tell him where Grundt may find what he is after ... but he must keep him in suspense during those hours." "And after?" "There will be no after," I said. "I will see that Des gets your message," Monica replied, "for I will take it myself." "No, Monica," I said, "I don't want..."
It was I, Grundt, I, the cripple, I, the Clubfoot, that had these traitors despatched as an example to the six thousand of us who serve our Emperor and empire in darkness! You dog, I'll smash you!" He was gibbering like an angry ape: his frame was shaking with fury: every hair in the tangle on his face and hands seemed to bristle with his Berserker frenzy.
I want you to send a message to Desmond. Can you arrange it?" "Tell me what your message is, and I may be able to answer you." "I want you to tell him that he must at all costs contrive to keep Grundt from going to that shoot to-morrow ... at any rate between ten and twelve.
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