"He won't play that game with me," I said. Strength is the quality that every German, man, woman and child, respects, and strength alone. My safety depended on my showing this ignoble creature that I received orders from no one. "You know what he is. One runs the risk, one takes trouble, one is successful. Then he steps in and gathers the laurels. No, I am not going to wait for him." The hotel-keeper sprang to her feet, her faded face all ravaged by the shadow of a great fear. "You wouldn't dare!" she said. "I would," I retorted. "I've done my work and I'll report to head-quarters and to no one else!" My eyes fell upon the body. "Now, what are we going to do with this?" I said. "You must help me, Frau Schratt. This is serious. This must not be found here." She looked up at me in surprise. "That?" she said, and she kicked the body with her foot. "Oh, that will be all right with die Schratt! 'It must not be found here'" (she mimicked my grave tone). "It will not be found here, young man!" And she chuckled with all the full-bodied good humour of a fat person. "You mean?" "I mean what I mean, young man, and what you mean," she replied. "When they are in a difficulty, when there are complications, when there is any unpleasantness.. like _this_ ... they remember die Schratt, 'die fesche Anna,' as they called me once, and it is 'gnadige Frau' here and 'gnadige Frau' there and a diamond bracelet or a pearl ring, if only I will do the little conjuring trick that will smooth everything over. But when all goes well, then I am 'old Schratt,' 'old hag,' 'old woman,' and I must take my orders and beg nicely and ... bah!" Her words ended in a gulp, which in any other woman would have been a sob. Then she added in her hard harlot's voice: "You needn't worry your head about _him,_ there! Leave him to me! It's my trade!" At those words, which covered God only knows what horrors of midnight disappearances, of ghoulish rites with packing-case and sack, in the dark cellars of that evil house, I felt that, could I but draw back from the enterprise to which I had so rashly committed myself, I would do so gladly. Only then did I begin to realize something of the utter ruthlessness, the cold, calculating ferocity, of the most bitter and most powerful enemy which the British Empire has ever had. But it was too late to withdraw now. The die was cast. Destiny, knocking at my door, had found me ready to follow, and I was committed to whatever might befall me in my new personality. The German woman turned to go. "Der Stelze will be here at eight, then," she said. "I suppose the gentleman will take his early morning coffee before." "I shan't be here," I said. "You can tell your friend I've gone." She turned on me like a flash. She was hard as flint again. "Nein!" she cried. "You stay here!" "No," I answered with equal force, "not I ..." "... Orders are orders and you and I must obey!" "But who is Stelze that he should give orders to me?" I cried.