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Accordingly, when I sailed from Valencia the aged diplomat would have described our relations as strained. Our ship was a slow ship, listed to touch at many ports, and as early as noon on the following day we stopped for cargo at Trujillo. It was there I met Schnitzel.
The night I first began to believe him was the night we touched at Cristobal, the last port in Valencia. In the most light-hearted manner he had been accusing all concerned in the nitrate fight with every crime known in Wall Street and in the dark reaches of the Congo River. "But, I know him, Mr. Schnitzel," I said sternly. "He is incapable of it. I went to college with him."
As a rule," I explained, "secrecy is what a a person in your line a " To save his feelings I hesitated at the word. "A spy," he said. His face beamed with fatuous complacency. "But if I had not known you were a spy," I asked, "would not that have been better for you?" "In dealing with a party like you, Mr. Crosby," Schnitzel began sententiously, "I use a different method.
He was drawn between believing I was deeply impressed and with fear that I was mocking him. "On the contrary," I protested, "I don't feel quite safe myself. Seeing me with you they may think I have papers around my neck." "They wouldn't look at you," Schnitzel reassured me. "They know you're just an amateur. But, as you say, with me, it's different. I got to be careful.
As a rule," I explained, "secrecy is what a a person in your line a " To save his feelings I hesitated at the word. "A spy," he said. His face beamed with fatuous complacency. "But if I had not known you were a spy," I asked, "would not that have been better for you?" "In dealing with a party like you, Mr. Crosby," Schnitzel began sententiously, "I use a different method.
"It sounds like the relief coming, and yet we can't be going to be relieved so near the zero hour. It's impossible." "Him one big word is," sighed Iggy, trying to adjust his Polish tongue to the strange language called English. "But thinks me nothing is like him in dis war!" "Nothing is like what?" asked Schnitzel, the talk now being reduced to whispers on the part of all three.
It was so like the Schnitzel I had known that I believed still he might have strength enough to help me. "Who did this?" I begged. "I'll hang him for it! Do you hear me?" I cried. Seeing him lying there, with the life cut out of him, swept me with a blind anger, with a need to punish. "I'll see they hang for it. Tell me!" I commanded. "Who did this?"
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