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323 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1929
“Alive? Not he! You take it from me, sir, it was the pimps that killed him. I know,” said one of the cooks darkly, “the sort of cursed flat it is!”
Having had it explained that the flat was a “gay” one, and that the man in spectacles (whose name no one knew) had not lived in it, but had used it to bring women to, the Councillor glanced again with curiosity at the distorted countenance of the dead man, and made a wry face once more.
“The banker Fischer,” he said unwillingly, “was an important figure in the international business world. His nationality is uncertain and his name German. It is the duty of our department to keep an eye on such people; especially now, in this anxious time of war. And when a person of this sort dies in suspicious surroundings I should simply be neglectful of my duty if I did not find out the circumstances.”
“It’s significant that all the men of ability are leaving the Government at a dangerous time like the present.”
“I really see nothing dangerous about the time. You tell me that a revolution is very near? But we’ve been expecting it for a hundred years and have not seen it yet.”