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Updated: June 25, 2025
Ten days later the porter Joseph Zimmer of Arosa, clad in the tough and shapeless trousers of his class, but sporting an old velveteen shooting-coat bequeathed to him by a former German master speaking the guttural tongue of the Grisons, and with all his belongings in one massive rucksack, came out of the little station of St Anton and blinked in the frosty sunshine.
So spoke my friend Zimmer in the honesty of his heart, and all this did not lessen my sadness. As soon as I could sit up, I hastened to inform Monsieur Goulden, by letter, that I was in the hospital of Halle, in one of the five buildings of Leipzig, slightly wounded in the arm, but that he need fear nothing for me, for I was growing better and better.
Scarcely had we made half a dozen steps toward them, when they became silent. "Come, come, comrades!" cried Zimmer, "don't disturb yourselves. Go on reading. We do not object to hear the news." But they did not seem inclined to profit by our invitation, and the reader descended from the table, folding up his paper, which he put in his pocket. "We are done," said he, "we are done."
He was wild for news of Steele, and when I gave it, and outlined the plan, he became as cool and dark and grim as any man of my kind could have wished. He sent Zimmer to get the others of their clique. Then he acquainted me with a few facts, although he was noncommittal in regard to my suspicion as to the strange killing of the three rustlers.
Few men smoked, but all had a drink before them. There was the ordinary subdued hum of conversation. I surveyed the scene, picked out my position so as to be close to Steele when he entered, and sauntered round to it. Morton aimlessly leaned against a post. "Presently Zimmer came in with a man and they advanced to the bar. Other men entered as others went out.
Finally we went into the water where there was footing, and its coolness calmed us. I remember how, as we returned to Leipzig, Zimmer talked of nothing but vengeance.
But the door opened, and a rosy face, with golden hair, appeared in the shadow, and said in a whisper "It is the Baron of Zimmer-Bluderich, with a servant, and he asks for shelter in the Nideck. He has lost his way among the mountains." "Very well, Gretchen," answered the young countess, kindly; "go and tell the steward to attend to the Baron de Zimmer.
Zimmer said that all this proceeded from the evil drugs which the doctors invented. "Do you see that tall, thin fellow?" he asked. "Well, that man can boast of having killed more men than a field-piece; he is always primed, with his match lighted; and that little brown fellow I would send him instead of the Emperor to the Russians and Prussians; he would kill more of them than a whole army corps."
I ordered him to lay the breakfast in your room; I thought we should be more comfortable there. Good-bye for the present, doctor." "Are you not coming up with us?" asked Sperver. "No, I am going to tell the countess that the Baron de Zimmer-Bluderich begs the honour to thank her in person before he leaves the castle." "The Baron de Zimmer?"
Snecker and Wright are dead. Sampson is my prisoner. He has my word he'll be protected. It's for you to draw up papers with him. He'll divide all his property, every last acre, every head of stock as you and Zimmer dictate. He gives up all. Then he's free to leave the country, and he's never to return."
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