Chapter Fifteen
Erich examined the rope tension. Angry he demanded. “Who messed with this rope?”
“I did,” Fred admitted. “It was one thing to leave the lass standing all night, but another to cut the flow from her hands the way you did. I will accept you have become a tyrant, Erich. But I don’t believe you are a total swine. Not yet.”
“Very nice for you to say old boy. Britishers always do the right thing don’t they old chap. We Germans have learned much from your invasion techniques. Where haven’t you hung your hat? Is there anywhere you haven’t been and ill-treated the natives? Stolen their treasures, their men and women?”
“I don’t give a damn about all that. This is about Martha.”
“Yes about Martha. So Martha have you an apology?”
“Qu’a t’il dit?”
Erich stared angrily at the ceil
