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Updated: June 14, 2025
Haase, leader of the Independent Socialists, declaimed it almost in full before the National Assembly in Weimar. Dorn had put into it a passionate sense of the irony and futility of his day. Its clarity arrested the obfuscated intellect of a nation groping, whining, and blustering under the shadow of the knife of Versailles.
As he scanned it it struck him that all of these were of the same character; they were words of deprecation or demur. "Existing rate of exchange" meant "regret"; "active selling" meant "impossible"; and "usual discount" was the code-form of "unfortunate." Herr Haase frowned and reached for his key.
As from an ambush there arrived the fat, yellow telegraph envelope. "Ach, was!" protested Herr Haase. "And I thought it was the coffee you were bringing." "'S Kaffee kommt gleich," the stout, tow-haired girl assured him; but already he had torn open the envelope and was surveying its half-dozen sheets of code.
"Code is forbidden, your Excellency," replied Herr Haase, in his parade voice. "But we have also a phrase-code, a short phrase for every word of the message which passes. It makes the telegram very long." "Also gut!" approved the Baron. "Now, Von Wetten, first we will wire the Staff. You know how to talk to them; so dictate a clear message to Haase here."
What did they want him here for, do you know?" "No," said Herr Haase. "But I know the Herr Baron was needing him particularly. Was fur eine Geschichte!" "Want to see him?" asked the young doctor. It had happened to Herr Haase never to see a dead man before.
The Baroness von Haase and I were associated in an absolutely confidential mission to ascertain the likely position of Italy in the event of this conflict. I know for a fact that Italy will not come in with her allies." "Do you mean that?" Mr. Hebblethwaite asked eagerly. "Absolutely certain," Norgate assured him. Hebblethwaite half rose from his place with excitement.
As a German officer, I resent the mere suggestion of this insult to the corps of officers. Your Excellency." The Baron lifted that quiet hand of his. "I order you to sit down and be silent," he said. Captain von Wetten hesitated. It seemed to Herr Haase, for a flattering instant, that the captain's eyes sought his own, as though in recognition of a familiar and favorable spirit.
Our chemists, then, can come to you for the formula as soon as you have finished with Colonel von Specht? That is agreed yes? Good! And you see, I was right from the beginning; I did not need my cheque-book after all." He began to move towards the house, beckoning Captain von Wetten and Herr Haase to follow him.
"Direct it to our private address in the Wilhelmstrasse," he ordered. "Then write: 'You are to carry out orders previously communicated. Send Von Specht forthwith, avoiding all delay. Telegraph hour of his departure and keep me informed of his progress. No objections to this order are to be entertained." "'Entertained," murmured Herr Haase, as he wrote the last word.
What was his name, now?" "Never heard of him," said Von Wetten. From the background where Herr Haase stood among the other furniture came a cough. "Oliver," suggested Herr Haase mildly. The Baron jerked a look at him. "No, not Oliver," he said. "Ulivi that was it; Ulivi! I remember at the time we were interested, because, if the fellow could do what he claimed." He broke off.
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