The Secrets of the German War OfficeGraves, Armgaard Karl
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The Secrets of the German War Office
Graves, Armgaard Karl
Germany -- Foreign relations -- 1871-1918
I assured him I had not and after a cordial handshake I bowed myself
out and hurried back to my quarters. Here I found that my boy had my
traveling bag ready with his usual completeness. One does not take
much baggage on these trips. Pajamas, slippers, smoking cap, tooth
brush, have seen me three-quarters around the globe, and I never
carried a six-shooter in my life. In all my experience I have seen
few secret agents who do carry it. The only protective article I ever
carried was a little silk bag containing a mixture of cayenne pepper,
snuff and certain chemicals. It is very effective to throw into the
faces of those who attack you.
Soon there came a messenger from Wedel with the promised funds, a
thousand francs and two thousand pesos. It lacked a half hour to
three-thirty, so I made my way to the Friedrichstrasse depot on foot.
Experience has taught me that the Orient Express is generally
overcrowded and that unless one reaches the depot early and uses a
good deal of palm oil, it is impossible to secure a decent seat. A
judicious oiling of palms enabled me to get a very pleasant window
seat in the middle compartment. After making myself at home I took a
tour through the train. It is my invariable custom to take stock of
my fellow travelers and in this case it was most imperative.
Nothing happened until we pulled in at Frankfort-on-the-Main, the
second last stop for the express in Germany. Glancing out of the
window I saw a party of three entering the carriage. They selected
the compartment next to mine. Obviously they were traveling together,
equally obvious was it that there was plenty of room in their own
compartment. The train was hardly in motion, however, when the woman
of the party entered my compartment. She started to complain about
being annoyed by the man next door and to ask my protection. As a
matter of course, I got up and offered my assistance to remove her
belongings into my compartment. I had, up to now, not the slightest
doubt as to there being anything fishy in her request. I had, in
fact, no reason to be apprehensive of any interference, because only
two people besides myself--Wedel and the Emperor--knew my mission. Of
course, there were others who would have given anything to know of it,
who would have done anything to prevent my reaching my destination.
I had hardly entered the compartment and tried to remove the traveling
bag indicated by the lady as hers, when one of the men exclaimed:
"How dare you remove my wife's property?"
The lady in question stood in the corridor of the carriage. I had my
back to her but I could see her by means of the looking-glass with
which the sides of the compartment were framed. I noticed her make a
sign to the man. Of course, this put a different light on the affair.
It was preconceived. For the life of me, though, I could not see how
they could use the situation to advantage.
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