Number 70, Berlin: A Story of Britain's PerilLe Queux, William
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Number 70, Berlin: A Story of Britain's Peril
Le Queux, William
War stories; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
"No further than you can see, my dear Molly," laughed the crafty man.
"We were both of us trained in the same excellent school--that school
which is the eyes and ears of the great and invincible Imperial Army of
the Fatherland. Where would be that army, with our Kaiser at its head,
if it had no eyes and no ears? Every report we send to Berlin is noted;
every report, however small and vague, is one step towards our great
goal and final victory. The Allies may beat themselves against our
steel and concrete ring, but they will never win. We sit tight. Our
men sit in their comfortable dug-outs to wait--and to wait on until the
Allies beat themselves out in sheer exhaustion. Our great invincible
nation must win in this island, for one reason--because the German eagle
has already gripped in her talons the very official heart of Great
Britain herself. Our Kaiser Wilhelm is only William of Normandy over
again. In Berlin we hold no apprehensions. We know we must win. If
not to-day--well, we sit safe in our trenches in Flanders, or give the
gallant Russians a run just to exercise them--knowing well that victory
must be ours when we will it!"
"Then, the correspondence found in Sainsbury's ledger is entirely
conclusive, you think?" asked his companion after a pause.
"Absolutely. There is no question. The letter shows him guilty of
espionage."
"They were actual letters, then?"
"Certainly. One of them was in an envelope addressed to him at the
office, and posted at Norwich. I managed to find that envelope in his
desk on the day before he was discharged. It came in extremely useful,
as I expected it might."
"So the charge against him cannot fail?" asked the handsome woman,
puffing slowly at her cigarette. "Remember, he may suspect you--knowing
all that he does!"
"Bah! The charge cannot fail. Of course I've had nothing to do with
the matter as far as the authorities are concerned. I have simply
slipped the noose over his head, and shall let the Intelligence
Department do the rest. They will do their work well--never fear."
"But you told the Intelligence Department about that Dr Jerrold?"
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