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Updated: June 14, 2025
"I am Herr Wetten; Your Excellency is Herr Steinlach. It could not be simpler." The Baron laughed quietly. "Very good, indeed," he agreed. "And Haase? You did not think of him? Well, the good Haase, for the time being, shall be the Herr von Haase. Eh, Haase?" "Zu Befehl, Excellenz," deferred Herr Haase.
Colonel von Specht died to-day." He turned forthwith and walked to the stairs. He did not look back at her. "Herein!" called somebody from within the white-painted door of the Baron's room, when he knocked. Herr Haase, removing his hat, composing his face to a nullity of official expression, entered. After the shadow of the hall and the staircase, the window blazed at him.
I thought I might get a chance of escape, as I saw none at Haase's. To my surprise, Haase, who was sitting at the table, rather fancied the idea and said I could go if I paid him half my wages: I was getting nothing at the beer-cellar. "So I was taken on at Steglitz, sleeping at Haase's and helping in the beer-cellar in the evenings.
"Zu Befehl, Excellenz," he replied, and withdrew. In the hall below he sank into a chair, groaned and fumbled at the buttons of his boots. He was wearing them for the first time, and they fitted him as though they had been shrunk on to him. The porter, his waistcoat gaping, came shambling over to him. "You were saying," began the porter, "that the English." Herr Haase boiled over.
You should have the last of them off by midnight. And to-morrow, when the answers begin to come, you will report here as quickly as possible." "Zu befehl, Excellenz," said Herr Haase, his hands full of papers. "Then good night, my good Haase," said the Baron. "Good night to your Excellency," returned Herr Haase, from the doorway. "Good night, Herr Hauptmann!" to Von Wetten's back.
"That is all very well, Selingman," the Count interrupted, "but this morning I have had a shock. It was necessary for me to talk with you at once. In Bond Street I met the Baroness von Haase. For twenty-four hours London has been ransacked in vain for her. This you may not know, but I will now tell you. She has been our trusted agent, the trusted agent of the Emperor, in many recent instances.
But it was more than shyness that narrowed her German-blue eyes as she stood behind the bars, looking at the three men. Von Wetten, tall, comely, stepped forward. "Good afternoon, gnadige Frau. We have an appointment with your husband for this hour. Let me present Herr Steinlach Herr von Haase." The two bowed at her; she inspected each in turn, still with that narrow-eyed reserve.
It is not possible to give their names with certainty not yet, perhaps never because these gentlemen come and go in the dark. But the fact of the meeting was brought out publicly in the speech of Deputy Haase in the Reichstag, July 19, 1917, and not contradicted.
By the way, how much money have we?" Herr Haase, a mere living ache inhabiting the background, replied. "I am instructed, Excellency, that my cheque will be honored at sight here for a million marks," he answered, in the loud hypnotized voice of the drill-ground. "But there is, of course, no limit." The Baron gave him an approving nod. "No limit," he said.
Wooden steps led down to it from the balcony; Herr Haase, descending them last with the suit-case, paused an instant to shift his burden from one hand to the other, and had time to survey the place the ruins of a lawn, pitted like the face of a small-pox patient with small holes, where the raw clay showed through the unkempt grass the "craters" of which Captain von Wetten had spoken.
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