The Great ImpersonationOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Great Impersonation
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Spy stories
“Nice old ducks, those two, dear heart,” he confided. “Seaman has just
offered Forsyth, my burly ruffian in the blue serge suit, a hundred
pounds to shoot him on the pretence that he was escaping.”
“And what about Schmidt?”
“Insisted on his rights as an officer and demanded the front seat and a
cigar before the car started! A pretty job, Dominey, and neatly cleaned
up.”
Dominey was watching the dust from the two cars which were disappearing
down the avenue.
“Tell me, Eddy,” he asked, “there's one thing I have always been curious
about. How did you manage to keep that fellow Wolff when there wasn't a
war on, and he wasn't breaking the law?”
The young man grinned.
“We had to stretch a point there, old dear,” he admitted. “Plans of a
fortress, eh?”
“Do you mean to say that he had plans of a fortress upon him?” Dominey
asked.
“Picture post-card of Norwich Castle,” the young man confided, “but keep
it dark. Can I have a drink before I get the little car going?”
The turmoil of the day was over, and Dominey, after one silent but
passionate outburst of thankfulness at the passing from his life of this
unnatural restraint, found all his thoughts absorbed by the struggle
which was being fought out in the bedchamber above. The old doctor came
down and joined him at dinner time. He met Dominey's eager glance with a
little nod.
“She's doing all right,” he declared.
“No fever or anything?”
“Bless you, no! She's as near as possible in perfect health physically.
A different woman from what she was this time last year, I can tell
you. When she wakes up, she'll either be herself again, without a single
illusion of any sort, or--”
The doctor paused, sipped his wine, emptied his glass and set it down
approvingly.
“Or?” Dominey insisted.
“Or that part of her brain will be more or less permanently affected.
However, I am hoping for the best. Thank heavens you're on the spot!”
They finished their dinner almost in silence. Afterwards, they smoked
for a few minutes upon the terrace. Then they made their way softly
upstairs. The doctor parted with Dominey at the door of the latter's
room.
“I shall remain with her for an hour or so,” he said. “After that I
shall leave her entirely to herself. You'll be here in case there's a
change?”
“I shall be here,” Dominey promised.
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