"Not at all. If you were found dead there might be a possibility of that. But I should explain to him, and he would understand that it was a case without diplomatic precedent."
"Well?"
"You are to leave this country at once, sir; that is, if you place any value upon your life."
"Oh; then it is really serious?"
"Very. It is a matter of life and death—to you. Moreover, you must never enter this country again. If you do, I will not give a pfennig for your life."
He found my passports in good order. I permitted him to rummage through some of my papers.
"Ach! a damned scribbler, too!" coming across some of my notes.
"Quite right, Herr General," said I. I submitted because I didn't care.
My luggage was packed off to the station, where he saw that my ticket was for Paris.
"Good morning," he said, as I entered the carriage compartment. "The devil will soon come to his own; ach!"