VON STROMBERG
“It is unnecessary of course to warn you to hold what I tell you in the strictest confidence.”
“I do not talk, Excellenz.”
“This is a matter of grave importance to the Empire, a matter which concerns one of the enemies of the Vaterland. The safe delivery of certain dispatches which I am to receive may mean a readjustment of the European situation—perhaps the end of the war with Germany victorious and England humiliated.”
The eyes of Captain Wentz grew a little rounder and sparkled ever so slightly, but he said nothing.
“I am telling you this that you may know the importance of the duty I am giving you. It is an honor which I hope you will appreciate, an honor that may lead to greater favors than you have hitherto received.”
“I hope I may deserve them, Excellenz.”
General von Stromberg took the paper from his breast and glanced over it again.
“You will remember,” he continued, “the affair of the Socialist, Gottschalk?”
“I knew nothing of the details, Excellenz. That matter came in the duty of Oberleutnant von Weringrade.”
“This much then, only, I need tell you. Herr Gottschalk, who lived at Schöndorf near here, came into the possession, in a manner which need not be described, of certain important papers. He kept them for some time, not aware of their importance, and then realizing their value and being a good German, though opposed to the war, two weeks ago communicated with the Government. The result of this correspondence was a summons from Berlin and the delivery of these
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