"Do you know that the last night before I left for my vacation, I actually heard that fat old Essendorf chuckling with his wife about how his clever police had laid an English spy by the heels, and telling her, also, of the papers which they had discovered and handed over.

All the time the real dispatch, written by Atcheson when he was dying, was sewn into my corsets.

How's that for an exciting situation ?" "It's a man's job, anyhow," Nigel declared.
She shrugged her shoulders and abandoned the personal side of the subject.
"Have you been in Germany lately, Nigel ?" she enquired.
"Not for many years," he answered.
She stretched herself out upon the couch and lit a cigarette.
"The Germany of before the war of course I can't remember," she said pensively.

"I imagine, however, that there was a sort of instinctive jealous dislike towards England and everything English, simply because England had had a long start in colonisation, commerce and all the rest of it.

But the feeling in Germany now, although it is marvellously hidden, is something perfectly amazing.