Part 16 (1/1)

There was a click as if a lever had been pulled Then cah theI saw a cloud of chalky dust pouring out of the shaft of the stairway

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'He is safe,' he cried 'You cannot follow in tione

He has triumphedDER 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 the 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 triuht to tell you that the ARIADNE for the last hour has been in our hands'

Three weeks later, as all the world knoent to war I joined the New Arot a captain's coht off But I had done my best service, I think, before I put on khaki