"Should you have trouble with the company's agent," he said, "call on me, and I'll introduce you to my friend, the owner of the Staats-Zeitung."
PART II
I
A few moments later Frederick felt the solid pier beneath his feet. His brain reeled lightly. The crowd on the pier cheered and hurrahed. In that shouting, shrieking, roaring, swaying mass of humanity, he and Ingigerd, who was clinging to his arm, seemed exposed to the danger of another sort of drowning. Suddenly he found himself confronted by a little Japanese, or someone whom at first glance he took to be a Japanese, and heard him saying:
"How d'ye do, Doctor von Kammacher? Don't you know me? How d'ye do, Doctor von Kammacher? Don't you know me?" several times in rapid succession.
Frederick tried to recall the man to his memory. He scarcely knew who he himself was, with those cheers thundering in his ears, with hands on all sides shaking his hands, and newsboys flourishing newspapers behind him and above him and under his very nose.
"Don't you know me, Doctor von Kammacher?" the Japanese repeated, grinning.
"By Jove," cried Frederick, "now I recognise you. You are Willy Snyders. How do you come to be here?"