"Very well, I will," I agreed.
"I'm glad you see it as I do," he said as he rose. "Oh, by the way, are you leaving Berlin?"
"Probably. Why?"
"Oh, there was a row and some fighting in a riverside warehouse the other evening, and a man was found with a bullet in his head in an open boat."
"Suicide?"
"I suppose so. No proof of anything else. The affair was political, we think. We caught one or two of those concerned, but some escaped. I don't suppose we shall catch them. They are either out of the country by this time or will be before we can lay hands on them."
"I expect you're right, Feldermann. I had an idea that there was something to be done against the Wundervoll, you know. She was to have been moored just off that warehouse, and I got Bassett--the man who followed me on my old paper, you know--to print a word of warning from Paris."
He gave a little start of surprise. "They wouldn't thank you if they knew; but I don't suppose you'll delay your going to wait for their thanks." And with that he left me.
I got up, then, borrowed a pair of boots, telephoned to Althea that I had been detained, had my breakfast and drove to my house and dressed myself in decent clothes, and packed a trunk and returned with it to the hotel, where I found Borsen awaiting me.
He had heard the result of my interview with Feldermann and had come to arrange for the papers to be handed over.