Looked Like One of Them
Once, while Moltke was at Ragaz for his health, he walked alone through the woods to the village Pfäfers. It was very warm and he was thirsty, so he went into the village inn and asked for a drink. The host sat down by him and began:
“I suppose you are a guest at Ragaz?”
“Yes.”
“They say Moltke is there too!”
“Yes.”
“How does he look?”
“Well, how should he look? Just like one of us two.”