"What was that, Excellenz?"
"Getting killed by a shell."
"Nonsense!"
"There's his body at your feet."
Karl merely shrugged his shoulders and said:
"The fool!"
"Yes, he never knew how to look after himself," added the major, completing the funeral oration. "Take his pocketbook from him, Karl. He used to carry it in an inside pocket of his woolen waistcoat."
The spy stooped and, presently, said:
"It's not there, Excellenz."
"Then he put it somewhere else. Look in the other pockets."