With lights burning and pens and papers before us, we soon filled in necessary details of the plan of campaign; chuckling the while in antic.i.p.atory satisfaction at the debacle to come.
Before dawn broke on the day following we had drifted apart; as silent shadows of the night we flitted to and from our respective destinations, whilst the world slept, and no watchman had observed our coming or our going. Nixie was away to the westward by train, whilst I followed the currents of the ever-restless sea.
Night and day I travelled, in desperate haste. I journeyed to the northern frontier of Germany, to a small, uninviting place on the map, where I had a colleague working, who for many years had lived in Germany and who had only crossed the frontier a short time prior to the declaration of war.
This English gentleman was perfectly acquainted with both High and Low Prussian. In a matter of this kind, where straws had to be grasped at and relied upon, it was essential to any hope of success to carry out every minute detail with the greatest accuracy.
I was anxious to have a certain message which I had drafted en route translated into accurate and perfect High German. I did not feel confident to do this myself, hence my present mission.
I hunted up my colleague, who entered enthusiastically upon the work, and immediately after its completion I journeyed away again to a small sleepy hamlet not far removed from the nearest point on the mainland contiguous to the island in question. I covered several hundreds of miles during the four days these journeys occupied my attention.
To carry out the plan which I had devolved I secured the necessary materials at places where no suspicion was likely to be aroused. They were simple in themselves: an etching pen, some fine, thin foreign correspondence paper, some oil-silk and a small tin phial. The message, which will be disclosed later, was most carefully written in German characters under a magnifying gla.s.s, which latter I always carry.
It was then rolled up, carefully protected by an outer covering of oil-silk and inserted into a tin phial.
The next steps in the plot to remove this obnoxious German officer from the security of his stronghold, which certain high officials were convinced he was using to contravene the laws of hospitality, trust, and friendship, were carried out by another.
The reason for this should be obvious. The risk was nothing in itself, but it was a matter of importance that I should not be implicated, either directly or indirectly, with such a matter, so that my own chances for further activity in the cause of my country might not be endangered. I remember the old adage, "Sauce for the goose is equally good sauce for the gander."
I therefore arranged matters down to the smallest details, impressing every point upon my only too willing a.s.sistant, and then I quickly took my departure to a place many, many miles away from the locality in question, there to await with impatient interest the report I was promised, which should tell me whether the scheme attempted had succeeded or proved a disappointing fiasco.
I had not long to wait. Within three days a message was flashed to me. I visualise events as I believe they happened.
On the never-to-be-forgotten day a certain sentry was pacing a rocky promontory on a lonely island overlooking lonely waters. In spite of its uninviting outward appearance this island was a place of the utmost importance, because it guarded the watergate to many a European capital.
The sentry was impatient. It was growing dark. He was cold and hungry, and none too pleased at his job; besides, he imagined the relief guard was late. Perhaps it was.
Whilst in this uneasy frame of mind a small sailing-boat hove into sight. She was hugging the sh.o.r.e, or rather the rocky cliffs of which the sh.o.r.e consisted. When within a few hundred yards of the sentry"s position, the mast and sail were taken down and stowed, and the boatman proceeded to row.
The sentry was interested.
As the boat approached nearer to his position it disappeared into a small alcove, formed by overhanging cliffs, and he saw it no more.
Perhaps it was a coincidence that this happened just a quarter of an hour before the sentry should be relieved. But in that fifteen minutes he had ample time to work himself into a high pitch of excitement.
The gloaming had increased. He was straining his eyes into the coming night when the sergeant with the relief arrived.
A quick whispered report caused double guards to be mounted, men to be sent to cover possible lines of retreat, and a messenger to be despatched for a.s.sistance on the water. These precautions were efficient and effective. The mysterious boatman was captured.
It was not known whether he was too frightened, or too unintelligent, or too intoxicated to give a satisfactory account of his movements, but in a parcel concealed under odd bits of rope and sailcloth was a dead codfish addressed to Herr K. V. S.
Whilst the captured one was meditating under lock and key, the boat and its contents were minutely examined. Nothing unusual had been found on the prisoner, nothing else had been found in the boat. The cod-fish was ordered to be dissected, when, lo and behold! a small metal tube was extracted from the gullet. Inside this, tightly rolled and wrapped in oil-silk, was a small piece of thin foreign correspondence paper, which, on being held up to the light, revealed hieroglyphics in the smallest of German characters imaginable.
Subsequent investigation and examination elicited that the boatman had agreed to deliver the parcel personally to Herr K. von S---- at a certain place, and at a certain hour in the evening, for which he had received a generous sum of money. The advisability of remaining in the alcove until dark to prevent the military from holding him up, or prying into his parcel, had been suggested to him by his employer, who was quite a stranger to him. He had never seen him until two hours before he had arranged to bring the parcel along; he had a.s.sured him it was all right. It was only an act of kindness to a sick man. There could be no harm done by it.
A thin story indeed, but the fishermen of northern seas are a confiding, unsuspecting, innocent race.
The letter proved to be written in Prussian or High German. It required a good magnifying gla.s.s to decipher it. It was highly technical in its terms, and was evidently composed by a thoroughly expert _garrison artillery officer_. It ran somewhat as follows:
1. You say we can now communicate with you through more open channels but we doubt this and fear taking any avoidable risk.
2. On the plans you sent us you omitted to mark the ranges of the guns numbered 1, 5, and 7.
3. The exact location of the magazine was not clearly defined.
4. What are the reliefs? Give exact detail.
5. Ascertain exact amounts of ammunition at present stored, with full capacity for added reserves.
6. Advise estimated sum to cover wireless operators" requirements for a year.
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10. Next time cut a larger portion off the dorsal fin, as your last message was nearly missed through difficulty in identification.
The boatman, who was a local man and innocent enough, was lectured and frightened half out of his wits, and finally permitted to go.
Captain Karl von S---- with his wife and family were given twelve short hours to clear the country, once and for all, with peremptory orders never to set foot in it again. Probably he is wondering to this day what earthly reason could have instigated such a decisive and unmistakably severe command.
The inhabitants on the island cannot yet understand why no live fish of any description, nor dead fish which had not been split open from head to tail, were permitted to be imported or exported, whether destined for private consumption or for other uses.
Many miles away from the island in question a telegraph official a few days later in a small town carefully scrutinised an innocently worded message which was handed in at his office shortly after these stirring events had occurred. It was, however, permitted to pa.s.s and in due course its recipient, my headquarters department, interpreted its hidden meaning. It ran:
"The shoddy article submitted and marked K. V. S. has been returned as not up to sample and unworthy of retention. Next please!--JIM."
CHAPTER VII
FIGHTING GERMAN AGENTS WITH FAKED WEAPONS
DANGER WARNING--DISGUISED TEUTONS--HAIR TESTS--OBSERVATION FROM WITHOUT--CLEVER FEMALE GUARD--DEPORTED HUN AGENTS--TOO MANY WRECKS--BOOT CHANGE TRICK--FLIGHT--PATIENCE UNREWARDED--NIGHT WORK AT THE DOCKS--A SUDDEN ATTACK--ODDS OF THREE TO ONE--PIPE-FAKING FOR MAKE-BELIEVE REVOLVER--A STERN CHASE--AMERICAN RUSE BAFFLES PURSUERS--THE SANCTUARY OF CONVIVIALITY.
The sudden transportation and exile of an alleged invalid German officer back to the home of his fathers had been a distinct secret score for the British Foreign Secret Service Intelligence Department, although probably no one was aware of this except those in the innermost circles of the Service of the two countries directly concerned.
As a necessary precaution for my own safety I had very discreetly removed myself some hundreds of miles in another direction as soon as it was certain that my trap had been properly sprung. With my mind concentrated on other matters I had almost forgotten the episode, when a whisper echoed and re-echoed from the south that the full fury of the Northern German espionage bureau had been invoked upon my fortunate or unfortunate head, and that I must beware of a certain Baron Nordenpligt,[8] which irate Teuton had started hot on my trail, vowing the direst vengeance imaginable. "Nordenpligt" in English means "the North duty or obligation," and I was at no loss to comprehend the full force of the hinted warning thus so auspiciously conveyed to me.
Whilst musing over events under the benign influence of my usual black cigar, some stir became apparent in the entrance hall of the hotel at which I was then stopping. Several new-comers had arrived. One very fat lady appeared over-concerned regarding the handling of her many belongings. A wheezy, consumptive-looking weakling of humanity was trying to a.s.sist her. Most probably he would have been crushed under an iron-bound trunk which a porter was lowering from the roof of the hotel bus had not another traveller, seeing the danger, rushed forward to his a.s.sistance. As he did so he involuntarily e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the short exclamation, "Mein Gott!" My ears tingled at once. The Teutonic oath had given away the nationality of this individual, at all events. It became my immediate business to ascertain who he was, and what his business might be. Without a moment"s hesitation I also sprang to the rescue.