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L. P. M.

Chapter 9 - THE SPY-DRIVEN TAXI. -

Word Count: 2113    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

d at the head of the line. But the thought came to him, where shall I go? As he had told Rebener, none of his pals were in town and

decent restaurant around here where

f his faculties. "There is a very neat little place right across the road, sir, thank

s rather struck by the handsome face of the man, although it was covered over with grease and g

he humour. "Would you be wanting a cab later on, sir? If so I'l

door and drive me to that restaurant over there, and then wait for me till I have had my lunch. B

auffeur hid a surreptitious ch

person Edestone saw was Schmidt, an

ning. I hope that I am to infer from your presence that I will

etor, who came bustling up, trying to force him to

Munchinger, but he went back to Germany last July, and this place is run by me, and I am a Swiss.

ly to you. I can't by any chance g

er has got those Dutchmen bottled up so tight that they tell me the beer won't froth any more in Germany." And he burs

ore him a gemüse suppe, following this with schweine fleisch, sauerkraut, and gherkins-a luncheon which might have been cooked in a Ger

s jokes seemed to Edestone to be almost as German as his beer. In this way he finally worked over to where Smi

r of the restaurant and into a small, dark, badly ventilated room under the stairs. The place was so dimly lighted that he could scarcely see in front of him a wash basin, but as he was wondering what he was expected to do next he heard a voice that seemed to come from

d to wait. Hottenroth has telephoned that our man undoubtedly has his instrument with him. The order is for you a

hroat as he realized his horrible situation. His present position in the grip of this relentless but invisible master had come about so gradually that he had not realized how firmly he

hand upon his arm, and laughing loudly and winking as if he were te

l-" he broke off and rushed over to Edestone who had risen fr

everything perfectly s

him a half-crown. "I am glad to have disc

Smith, who was lingering

try for you that you took a great deal of interest in old English prints. Well, I have just found an old print shop over in the Whitechapel district

tone. "I have just been wondering what

e restaurant keeper whispered into Smith's ear,

into the taxi. Smith leaned over and gave some mumbled instructions to the chauffeur, w

Edestone,"-his voice trembled so violently that he could scarcely spe

d he seemed to be vainly trying to draw his blue lips over his great dry yellow teeth on which they seemed to catch, giving him the appearance of a snarling dog as he cringed in the corner of the cab. One h

he car, but the fellow caught him by th

rman, Rebener is German, we are all Germans-all spies. We have been watching you for the past six months. This man is now d

nd felt like strangling the chicken-hearted wretch, he recovered himse

he gasped out: "Stop the taxi anywhere along here: get out and go into some shop. When you come out again say to me that you have decided you will look at the prints some other day, and that you will walk to the hotel. Discharge and pay him. I w

instrument, since as a matter of fact he knew that he could destroy that at any moment. He felt sorry for Smith, how

b, said sternly to Smith in German: "If you are playing me any of your

, since he would have liked nothing better than to have forced the fellow to show his hand then and there. He was again struck with the chauffeur's appearance as he stood talking to Smith for he had the air of a gentleman and even through his dirt looked above his position. Leaving them there, the

e door a carriage with men in the royal livery, and he was met at the

ing in the reception room to see you. I have been

icer in the uniform of the Royal Horse Guards, who after going t

ceive you and inspect your drawings, photographs, etc., at

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