Spies of the Kaiser: Plotting the Downfall of EnglandLe Queux, William
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Spies of the Kaiser: Plotting the Downfall of England
Le Queux, William
Espionage, German -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Invasions -- Fiction; Intelligence service -- Fiction; Spy stories
We heard loud shouts in German, and a scuffle upon the stairs in the
darkness, followed by a shot. Then a woman's scream mingled with the
shouts and curses of my companions, and I found myself in the midst of a
wild mêlée, in which furniture and bottles were being smashed about me.
My friends were trying to secure Bramberger and Freeman, while both were
fighting desperately for their lives.
Ray made a sudden spring upon the young man who had been so attracted by
Vera Vallance, but for his pains received a savage cut in the arm from a
knife.
The man stood at bay in the corner of the smoke-room with half a dozen
of us before him. The fellow had set his jaws fiercely, and there was
murder in his black eyes. Bramberger, however, had already been secured,
and handcuffs had been slipped upon him by the police.
"Now," cried Ray Raymond, "tell your story, Richardson. These two
blackguards must hear it before we hand them over." And I noticed that
near me were two policemen, who had covered Freeman with their
revolvers.
From among us a rough man in a shabby pea-jacket, whom I had seen once
or twice in that inn, came forward, and without a word of preliminary
exclaimed:
"Jim Pavely, the poor fellow whom these accursed foreigners murdered,
was my brother-in-law. The night before he was killed he slept at my
house. He was drunk, but he told me something that at first I didn't
believe. He told me that on the previous day, spending so much time
about this place, he had stumbled on the fact that a certain German
timber-ship was in the habit of bringing up among its cargo a quantity
of saccharine which was smuggled ashore at night and stored in the
cellars below here. He had had words with the landlord Bramberger, but
the latter had made him promise to keep his secret till next morning,
when he would pay him a certain sum to say nothing to the Customs
officers. Next afternoon at four o'clock he went to the 'Goat and
Binnacle' to receive the money, and I entered after him, intending to
assist him in getting all he could out of the German. But that fellow
Freeman, yonder--whom I know to be also a German--was with his
compatriot, and the three had consultation together in the back room.
Half an hour later Jim Pavely came back to my house and showed me fifty
pounds, and a written agreement signed by Bramberger to pay one hundred
and fifty pounds more in gold in Calais, on condition that he remained
abroad and held his tongue."
Then the informer paused.
"Go on," I urged. "What then?"
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