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Updated: June 10, 2025
You are speaking a tongue unknown to me." "Don't talk rot. You know well what I mean. We know you have the thing. You didn't steal it to turn it over to England or the States. What is your price to Germany?" "Whatever you have in mind, believe me when I say I have nothing to sell to the Wilhelmstrasse." "But what else can you do with it? What other market ?"
It was an official linen envelope tied with a black and white silk cord and with the Foreign Office seal on the back. He was impressed. "This is a ridiculous charge," I declared. "Telephone the Wilhelmstrasse at my expense. Detain me and you do so at your own peril. That is all. I have given you the facts. I put no obstacle in the path of your duty.
He looks at me in such an amusedly superior way every time he sees me." "Be careful about trying to pump him," cautioned Dean. "He strikes me as by far the more intelligent of the two. It would not surprise me in the least if he were not old Hoff's nephew at all, but really his superior, sent over especially by Wilhelmstrasse to take charge of the plotters.
Their names and their specialities are prominent on door-plates almost as though they were competing against the lures of the traders. But Dr Hegelmann had no need to cry his services in the market-place. His consulting rooms and nursing home were hidden amongst the evergreens of a cool, restful garden well away from the flaunting life of the Wilhelmstrasse.
This clique, composed of army and navy men and the junker, the "Jingo" party, the big gun interests, backed by public opinion, were trying their utmost to urge war with France. What was the latest at the Wilhelmstrasse? On the stroke of 10.30 I was there. I handed my number to the commissaire. This number is important.
"Leave him here to sink or swim as we go down," snapped the officer "and be damned to him!" With a supreme effort the adventurer sank his fingers deep into the arms of the two men. "Wait!" he gasped faintly in German. "On the Emperor's service " "What's that?" The officer turned back sharply. "Imperial Secret Service," Lanyard faltered "Personal Division Wilhelmstrasse Number 27 "
When more sovereigns die I can divulge more. I hope to keep on divulging at intervals for years. But I am compelled to be cautious. My relations with the Wilhelmstrasse, with Downing Street and the Quai d'Orsay, are so intimate, and my footing with the Yildiz Kiosk and the Waldorf-Astoria and Childs' Restaurants are so delicate, that a single faux pas might prove to be a false step.
The transfer from Captain Tappken's department pleased me for I knew that at the Wilhelmstrasse I would be in closer touch with the bigger affairs of diplomacy. Tappken had hinted at my finding favor with the Wilhelmstrasse and I guessed that coming on top of my Port Arthur success a delicate private mission was responsible for it. To cite the case: Germany keeps a watch on all her officers.
Other letters and statements prove the Emperor's fluctuating frame of mind. He, as well as the diplomats in the Wilhelmstrasse, made use, with regard to the "war-weary Austria-Hungary," of such tactics as demonstrated a pronounced certainty of victory in order to strengthen our powers of resistance.
"Is there an Entente?" he asked me, trembling with excitement, on my arrival at the Wilhelmstrasse. "Your Excellency," I said, "there is." He groaned. "Can you stop it?" he asked. "Don't ask me," I said sadly. "Where must we strike?" demanded the Chancellor. "Fetch me a map," I said. They did so. I placed my finger on the map. "Quick, quick," said the Chancellor, "look where his finger is."
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