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Someone
switched
on
the
light
.
The
old
man
was
looking
at
me
with
blazing
eyes
.
"
He
is
safe
,
"
he
cried
.
"
You
can
not
follow
in
time
...
He
is
gone
...
He
has
triumphed
...
Der
Schwarze
Stein
ist
in
der
Siegeskrone
.
"
There
was
more
in
those
eyes
than
any
common
triumph
.
They
had
been
hooded
like
a
bird
of
prey
,
and
now
they
flamed
with
a
hawk
's
pride
.
A
white
fanatic
heat
burned
in
them
,
and
I
realized
for
the
first
time
the
terrible
thing
I
had
been
up
against
.
This
man
was
more
than
a
spy
;
in
his
foul
way
he
had
been
a
patriot
.
As
the
handcuffs
clinked
on
his
wrists
I
said
my
last
word
to
him
.
"
I
hope
Franz
will
bear
his
triumph
well
.
I
ought
to
tell
you
that
the
Ariadne
for
the
last
hour
has
been
in
our
hands
.
"
Seven
weeks
later
,
as
all
the
world
knows
,
we
went
to
war
.
I
joined
the
New
Army
the
first
week
,
and
owing
to
my
Matabele
experience
got
a
captain
's
commission
straight
off
.
But
I
had
done
my
best
service
,
I
think
,
before
I
put
on
khaki
.