A round box of the gelatine cocoons lay at his left hand; it had just
been delivered by an Arab boy, quick to pick up the street commission
for a tuppence. Very methodically Almer picked the capsules from the
box one by one, opened them, and spilled the quinine in a little heap
under his nose. He grunted peevishly when the sixth shell had been
emptied. The seventh capsule brought an eager whistle to his lips.
When he had jerked the concentric halves apart, very little powder fell
out. Instead, the thin, folded edges of a pellet of rice paper
protruded from one of the containers. This Almer had extracted in an
instant. He spread it against the black back of a ledger and read the
very fine script written thereon. This was the message:
"Danger. An informer from Alexandria has denounced our two friends to
Crandall. You must warn; I can not."
The spy's heart was suddenly drained, and the wisp of paper in his hand
trembled so that it scattered the quinine about in a thin cloud. Once
more he read the note, then held a match to it and scuffed its feathery
ash with his feet into the rug beneath his stool. The fortitude which
had held Joseph Almer to the Rock in the never-failing hope that some
day would bring him the opportunity to do a great service for the
fatherland came near crumbling that minute. He groaned.
"Our friends," he whispered, "Woodhouse and Louisa--trapped!"
The warning in the note left nothing open to ambiguity for Almer; there
were but four of them--"friends" under the Wilhelmstrasse fellowship of
danger--there in Gibraltar: Louisa, the man who passed as Woodhouse,
and whose hand was to execute the great coup when the right moment
came, himself, and that other one whose place was in Government House
itself. From this latter the note of warning had come. How desperate
the necessity for it Almer could guess when he took into reckoning the
dangers that beset any attempt at communication on the writer's part.
So narrow the margin of safety for this "friend" that he must look at
each setting sun as being reasonably the last for him.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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