He did his bit of soldiering with the Prussian Guards at the beginning of the war, got a knock and volunteered for the Secret Service.

They sent him over here.
The fellow must have no end of pluck, for, as I dare say you know, they let him down from the observation car of a Zeppelin.

He finds his way here all right, makes his silly little bargain with our dear but gullible womenkind, and sets himself to watch--to watch me, mind.

The whole affair is too ridiculously transparent.

For a time he can't bring himself even to touch my papers here, although, as it happens, they wouldn't have done him the least bit of good.