Then I was ready to satisfy Nessa's acute curiosity. "Now you want to know who your fellow traveller is, eh? I'll tell you. He's a composite individual: an Englishman, a German, a State official, a spy, a thief, and an alleged murderer. I hope you're proud of him."
"I don't care what he is if he's going to get me out of Germany. I needn't know him afterwards, I suppose."
"If you're disrespectful and don't behave yourself I'll—I'll——"
"Dock my wages, mate?" she popped in in her slangy voice.
"That reminds me. There's a little thing to be done in case of accidents;" and I took her bag from the seat.
"You don't mean to tell me you're going to keep me waiting any longer!"
"I'm not going to have young Hans' clothes found in your possession; much too risky;" and I packed them into my suit case.
"But your risk?"
"There's none for me. I'm travelling on business of State and may need disguises of any sort. And now I'll read you the riddles; but we shall have to be quick about it."
"If you dare to hurry over it and not tell me every little detail, I'll never speak to you again, Jack," she declared with great energy.