A Hero of Liége: A Story of the Great WarStrang, Herbert
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A Hero of Liége: A Story of the Great War
Strang, Herbert
World War, 1914-1918 -- France -- Juvenile fiction
"How do you do, Amory?" said Granger in his natural voice, holding out
his hand.
"By George!" gasped Kenneth. "A splendid get-up; I shouldn’t have known
you. What a Proteus you are!"
"Without his prophetic gifts, or I should have expected you. Come in: I
have some interesting news for you."
"But what----"
"What am I?" Granger interposed. "I am an old family servant who, like
the domestic cat, stuck to the old place after the family had left. I
am caretaker, _pro tem._--and the time will be very short, I fancy. We
will bar the door; I am very vigilant. Now I am at your service."
CHAPTER XVII--A BARMECIDE FEAST
Granger laughed when Kenneth related the incidents of the past
twenty-four hours.
"You are uncommonly lucky young daredevils," he said. "To the best of
my knowledge Proteus, for all his quick changes, had only one life; you
seem to have several apiece. The only pity is that you couldn’t enjoy
the triumph that would have attended your marching of the prisoners into
camp."
"Yes, I should have liked that," said Kenneth. "But what are you doing
here? What is your game? Your disguise is perfect, upon my word!"
"I will tell you--in confidence," he replied with a sly look. "From
information received I arrived here yesterday afternoon. As you see,
the amiable Teutons have left their mark on the house. My informant had
led me to expect that it would be visited by certain German gentlemen.
Sure enough, late last night an armoured car honked at the door, and
when I lifted the bar with my fumbling fingers, there entered an officer
and a civilian. A sergeant and three privates remained outside until
the major ordered them in to search the house. The civilian was clearly
a man of some importance, judging by the deference--somewhat strange
among Germans--paid to him by the soldier occupants of the car. He went
by the name of Brinckmann, but as an ornament of society in Cologne, and
occasionally I believe in London also, he was known as Kurt Hellwig."
"By George!" exclaimed Kenneth.
"I thought I should interest you."
"The cur!"
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