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"
I
do
n't
know
what
to
make
of
it
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
He
is
right
about
one
thing
--
what
is
going
to
happen
the
day
after
tomorrow
.
How
the
devil
can
it
have
got
known
?
That
is
ugly
enough
in
itself
.
But
all
this
about
war
and
the
Black
Stone
--
it
reads
like
some
wild
melodrama
.
If
only
I
had
more
confidence
in
Scudder
's
judgement
.
The
trouble
about
him
was
that
he
was
too
romantic
.
He
had
the
artistic
temperament
,
and
wanted
a
story
to
be
better
than
God
meant
it
to
be
.
He
had
a
lot
of
odd
biases
,
too
.
Jews
,
for
example
,
made
him
see
red
.
Jews
and
the
high
finance
.
"
The
Black
Stone
,
"
he
repeated
.
"
Der
Schwarze
Stein
.
It
's
like
a
penny
novelette
.
And
all
this
stuff
about
Karolides
.
That
is
the
weak
part
of
the
tale
,
for
I
happen
to
know
that
the
virtuous
Karolides
is
likely
to
outlast
us
both
.
There
is
no
State
in
Europe
that
wants
him
gone
.
Besides
,
he
has
just
been
playing
up
to
Berlin
and
Vienna
and
giving
my
Chief
some
uneasy
moments
.
No
!
Scudder
has
gone
off
the
track
there
.
Frankly
,
Hannay
,
I
do
n't
believe
that
part
of
his
story
.
There
's
some
nasty
business
afoot
,
and
he
found
out
too
much
and
lost
his
life
over
it
.
But
I
am
ready
to
take
my
oath
that
it
is
ordinary
spy
work
.
A
certain
great
European
Power
makes
a
hobby
of
her
spy
system
,
and
her
methods
are
not
too
particular
.
Since
she
pays
by
piecework
her
blackguards
are
not
likely
to
stick
at
a
murder
or
two
.
They
want
our
naval
dispositions
for
their
collection
at
the
Marineamt
;
but
they
will
be
pigeon-holed
--
nothing
more
.
"
Just
then
the
butler
entered
the
room
.
"
There
's
a
trunk-call
from
London
,
Sir
Walter
It
's
Mr
'
Eath
,
and
he
wants
to
speak
to
you
personally
.
"
My
host
went
off
to
the
telephone
.
He
returned
in
five
minutes
with
a
whitish
face
.
"
I
apologize
to
the
shade
of
Scudder
,
"
he
said
.
"
Karolides
was
shot
dead
this
evening
at
a
few
minutes
after
seven
.
"
I
came
down
to
breakfast
next
morning
,
after
eight
hours
of
blessed
dreamless
sleep
,
to
find
Sir
Walter
decoding
a
telegram
in
the
midst
of
muffins
and
marmalade
.
His
fresh
rosiness
of
yesterday
seemed
a
thought
tarnished
.
"
I
had
a
busy
hour
on
the
telephone
after
you
went
to
bed
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
got
my
Chief
to
speak
to
the
First
Lord
and
the
Secretary
for
War
,
and
they
are
bringing
Royer
over
a
day
sooner
.
This
wire
clinches
it
.
He
will
be
in
London
at
five
.
Odd
that
the
code
word
for
a
Sous-chef
d'État
Major-General
should
be
'
Porker
.
"'
