The spy smiled grimly. He recalled a saying quoted by a German officer to his captor: "We Germans can never be gentlemen--you English will always be fools." The first part held good, but as for the second, his residence in Great Britain had taught him that behind the apathy of the British nation there was Something--a Something that, when aroused, would form more than a match for the cunning and brutality of his fellow countrymen. Reluctantly he had to admit that.
"Why do you smile?" asked the Director, fixing von Eitelwurmer with his eye.
"I was thinking," replied the spy. "Thinking of how I can get back to England. My good work there is not yet completed."
"Those twenty thousand marks, hein?" enquired the president, and the rest of the assembly laughed uproariously at the director's j
