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Peter had an ambition to become as rich as his neighbour, Hugo Heffelbauer, who smoked a meerschaum pipe three feet long and had wiener schnitzel and hassenpfeffer for dinner every day in the week. And now Lena was quite old enough to work and assist in the accumulation of riches.
I asked his permission to repeat to the authorities at Washington certain of the statements he had made. Schnitzel was greatly pleased. "You're welcome to tell 'em anything I've said," he assented. "And," he added, "most of it's true, too." I wrote down certain charges he had made, and added what I had always known of the nitrate fight. It was a terrible arraignment.
"But you've told me enough about each of the three to put any one of them in jail." "Of course, I have," cried Schnitzel triumphantly. "If I'd let down on any one crowd you'd know I was working for that crowd, so I've touched 'em all up. Only what I told you about my crowd isn't true." The report we finally drew up was so sensational that I was of a mind to throw it overboard.
How often have I told you not to talk and drink at the same time?" "Ah, go on," laughed Schnitzel. "That's an old gag, warning a fellow not to talk so as to MAKE him talk. I do that myself." That Schnitzel had important papers tied to his neck I no more believe than that he wore a shirt of chain armor, but to please him I pretended to be greatly concerned.
The eyes, now filled with weariness, looked up and the lips moved feebly. "My own people," he whispered. In my indignation I could have shaken the truth from him. I bent closer. "Then, by God," I whispered back, "you'll tell me who they are!" The eyes flashed sullenly. "That's my secret," said Schnitzel. The eyes set and the lips closed.
"And we'll have some beer and schnitzel at Gus's after. My treat. How about it?" Old Herman assented. He was tired of the house, tired of the frozen garden, tired of scolding the slovenly girl who pottered around all day in a boudoir cap and slovenly wrapper. Tired of Anna's rebellious face and pert answers. He went inside the house and put a sweater under his coat, and got his cap.
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.
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?"
Then, when Walker-Keefe lost their suit in the Valencia Supreme Court I guess Schnitzel went over to President Alvarez. And again, some folks say he's back with the Nitrate Company." "After he sold them out?" "Yes, but you see he's worth more to them now. He knows all the Walker-Keefe secrets and Alvarez's secrets, too." I expressed my opinion of every one concerned.
"I somedings hears, too," spoke a guttural voice, with a foreign accent. "Might not it perhaps be " "Cut that talk, Iggy!" sharply commanded the first speaker. "Do you want the lieutenant dropping in on us!" And Corporal Robert Dalton cautiously moved nearer his fellow non-com., Sergeant Franz Schnitzel.
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