‘I don’t believe it!’
‘Ask the Central Office to repeat the message you have just sent them, then.’
Casting a frightened look at me, the man complied. I have seldom seen an expression of deeper astonishment and terror on a man’s face than that which marked the unfortunate operator’s as my despatch came back to him, word after word, ending with the Imperial signature.
‘My God!’ he cried out. ‘Who has done this? I shall be ruined!’
‘Whether you are ruined or not depends entirely on yourself,’ I said sharply. ‘It is in my power to save you, but only upon one condition.’
“‘My God!’ he cried out. ‘Who has done this? I shall be ruined.’”
Herr Zeiss turned on me a gaze of mute appeal.
‘You must tell me the exact truth,’ I proceeded, ‘and you must tell me everything. How often have you left this room without taking precautions against the misuse of the wire in your absence during the last two days?’
Zeiss considered for a moment. Then his face brightened up.