The Spy in Black Page #4

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- Good night.

- Good night.

I do not know what spell makes me so sad.

An ancient legend duped me and not let me.

- What was the patrol doing?

- They saw the light.

- You're alone?

- Of course.

- Where this door leads?

- To the kitchen.

- Does the ladder?

- A room.

Butter!

You gave me a fright.

So you are Fraulein Thiel.

Yes, captain Hardt.

- From now on please speak in English.

- And eat in English?

- Come in.

- Thank you.

- How did you get here?

- A demure look and a fake passport.

You speak English like a native.

I shouldn't go very far. I am the teacher.

- Teacher!

- My name is Anne Burnett.

- Please call me that.

- Anne Burnett.

Are you mad? Wearing an uniform here?

If I'm shot, it will be as an officer, not a spy.

Being a civilian I have no such defenses.

I beg your pardon.

A whole ham, white bread... and butter.

- Butter!

- Butter.

These English are not feeling the pinch.

I had no idea secret agent's was such a comfortable profession.

It has its uncomfortable moments.

Talking about it, school opens the day after tomorrow.

- I wonder how I should get on.

- So do I.

In Germany girls no longer wear silk stockings.

I'll show you your room. It's upstairs.

- I haven't yet been told what I'm to do here.

- You'll be told tomorrow.

Not tomorrow. Now!

What are your orders?

- I beg your pardon?

- Your orders, Captain Hardt!

To report for duty to Fraulein Thiel and obey her orders.

Exactly! Pick up your motorbike and go to bed.

- Do I take it to bed with me?

- Suit yourself. There's a parking space at the wash den.

Sorry.

Good night.

Hey, hey! Why are you locking me in?

- A woman comes to clean in the morning.

- I can lock my own door.

I think this is safer.

- May I come in?

- Come in.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Your breakfast is in my room.

There's a beautiful view from my window.

I didn't come here for holidays. I have more

important things to do than admire the view.

All right!

Well... The plan?

To sink 15 of these ships.

How?

He will tell you.

Who is he?

A British officer with a grudge.

He was in command of a destroyer.

- He lost it in a collision.

- How?

A wrong order. He'd been drinking.

Traitor and drunkard, an honor for the British navy.

- Where did this happen?

- Off Cyprus.

- HMS Connaught. February 16.

- Then you knew?

- Of course. Commander Ashington.

- Lieutenant. He was dismissed of the ship.

- Where did you meet him?

- At Leith, a month ago.

- And found he had a price.

- Rather a high one.

- Paid by whom?

- Germany.

Only by Germany?

And me.

I suppose we should have to meet.

Come down in a minute.

Captain Hardt.

Suppose we'll sit down and get acquainted.

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