All for a Scrap of Paper: A Romance of the Present WarHocking, Joseph
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All for a Scrap of Paper: A Romance of the Present War
Hocking, Joseph
World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
"Yes. He said that the Kaiser was undoubtedly sincere, and was one of
the most religious men he had ever met. Of course the man is mad, but
there is not the slightest doubt but that he believes this."
When Mr. Richards had gone, Bob felt very lonely. He wanted to get
away from his sad thoughts, wanted to blot from his memory the facts
which had seemingly blighted his life. He was alone in London; he had
no friend to whom he could go. Of course a hundred places of amusement
were open, but he did not feel in the humour to go to them. He dreaded
the thought of going back to his chambers, while the streets repelled
him.
He glanced around the smoke-room, and noticed that it was peculiarly
shaped, and then, looking behind a huge palm, he saw an alcove which he
had not hitherto noticed. Sitting in it, he would be completely hidden
from the rest of the room, and yet could command a view of a great part
of it. The place was quite empty, and, although in the heart of
London, singularly quiet. Acting on impulse, he threw himself into a
chair behind the palm, and prepared to light another cigar.
He had scarcely taken his seat in the alcove when two men entered and
summoned a waiter. The man fulfilled their orders and left the room.
One of the men got up and looked around. "We are lucky," he said;
"there's not a soul here."
"Yes, we have an opportunity for our chat. Not that there's much
difficulty anywhere. The English people are the most unsuspicious in
the world. No matter what nationality a man may be, he is absolutely
free to go where he likes, and do what he likes."
"Except the Germans and Austrians," and the other laughed meaningly.
"Yes, yes, and aren't their precautions silly? Because our parents
thought it wise to educate us in England, we speak the language like
natives, and are looked upon as thorough John Bulls. Heavens, if they
only knew!"
Bob's pulses began to quicken. Surely he had seen one of them before.
Where, he could not tell, but both face and voice were familiar.
Evidently they had no idea that he was near. Even if they looked
towards him, he was hidden from them by the huge palm fronds.
"Yes," responded the other. "Of all the guileless people in the world,
these British fools are the worst. Here are you and I regarded as
English people. We do what we like, we go where we like, and they
welcome us. It is true, since the war broke out, they have taken all
sorts of precautions against what they call German spies. But, bah!
they are as easy to deceive as children. Why, only a week or two ago,
by the simplest ruse imaginable, I obtained some valuable information
down in Cornwall."
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