"Beyond doubt, or I would not take it."
Von Stromberg turned to his companion.
"Herr Lieutnant Zapp,--it cannot be that this gentleman is aware of my power--my authority----"
"You are mistaken," broke in the Swiss quite coolly, "You are Herr General Graf von Stromberg, Head of the military sections of the Imperial German Secret Service, Geheimrath, Privy Councilor of his Majesty, Emperor William II." He took two steps toward the brass rail and pointed, "But your power--your authority--ends yonder--a mile away. If you are unfamiliar with the treaties--with the law which governs the Bodensee, Herr Lieutnant Zapp will doubtless enlighten you, on your way back to Lindau."
"You are impudent, sir."
"I am merely obedient to those who command me."
"Those who command you, shall command your dismissal."
"This is not Prussia, Excellency. Not while I do my duty."
Von Stromberg glared at the boy as though he would have liked to strangle him.
"Do you realize that the money which these prisoners have looted belongs to citizens of Germany?"