He kicked it shut again at once, but I had seen inside--not that it was interesting at the moment.
He set whiskey and tumblers on the desk, poured liberally, and went on talking.
"Tomb of the Kings?
Hah! Tomb of the Kings of Judah?
Hah! If any one can find that, he will have something more important than Ludendorff's memoirs! Something merkwurdig, believe me!" He stiffened suddenly, and looked at Grim through the green goggles as if he were judging an antiquity.
"Perhaps this is not the time to make you a little suggestion, eh ?" Grim's face wrinkled into smiles.
"This man knows enough to hang me anyhow! Fire away!" "Ah! But I would not like him to hang me!" "He's as close as a clam.

What's your notion ?" "Nothing serious, but--between us three, then--you and I are both foreigners in this place, Major Grim, although I have made it my home for fifteen years.

You have no more interest in this government and its ridiculous rules than I have.

What do you say--shall we find the Tomb of the Kings together ?" Grim wrinkled into smiles again and glanced down at his uniform.
"Yes, exactly!" agreed Scharnhoff.

"That is the whole point.
They call me an enemy alien.