Carmichael, Carmichael! The vintner chuckled softly as he scribbled this note: "If Herr Carmichael would learn the secret of number forty Krumerweg, let him attire himself as a vintner and be in the Krumerweg at eight o'clock to-night." "So there is a trap, and I am to beware of a mountaineer, a carter, a butcher, and a baker?
Thanks, Scharfenstein, my friend, thanks! You are watching over me." He blew out his candle and went to bed..