“Monica,” I said, “it’s quite clear I can’t stay here.  My dear girl, if I am discovered in your house, there is no knowing what trouble may not come upon you.”

“If there is any risk,” she answered, “it’s a risk I am ready to take.  You have nowhere to go to in Berlin, and if you are caught outside they might find out where you had been hiding and then we should be as badly off as before.  No, you stay right on here, and maybe in a day or two I can get you away.  I’ve been thinking something out.

“Karl has a place near the Dutch frontier, Schloss Bellevue, it is called, close to Cleves.  It’s an old place and has been in the family for generations.  Karl, however, only uses it as a shooting-box:  we had big shoots up there every autumn before the war.

“There has been no shooting there for two years now and the place is overstocked with game.  The Government has been appealing to people with shooting preserves to kill their game and put it on the market, so I had arranged to go up to Bellevue this month and see the agent about this.  I thought if I could prevail on Gerry to come with me, you could accompany him and you might get across the Dutch frontier from there.  It’s only about fifteen miles away from the Castle.  If I can get a move on Gerry, there is no reason why we shouldn’t go away in a day or two.  In the meantime you’ll be quite safe here.”

I told her I must think it over:  she seemed to be risking too much.  But I think my mind was already made up.  I could not bring destruction on this faithful friend.

Then I went upstairs again to Gerry, who was in as vile a temper as before.  His lunch had disagreed with him:  he hadn’t slept:  the room was not hot enough ... these were a few of the complaints he showered at me as soon as I appeared.  He was in his most impish and malicious mood.  He sent me running hither and thither:  he gave me an order and withdrew it in the same breath:  my complacency seemed to irritate him, to encourage him to provoke me.

At last he came back to his old sore subject, my English accent.

“I guess our good American is too homely for a fine English gentleman like you,” he said, “but I believe you’ll as lief speak as you were taught before you’re through with this city.  An English accent is not healthy in Berlin at present, Mister Meyer, sir, and you’d best learn to talk like the rest of us if you want to keep on staying in this house.

“I’m in no state to be worried just now and I’ve no notion of having the police in here because some of their dam’ plain-clothes men have heard my attendant saying ‘charnce’ and ‘darnce’ like any Britisher—­especially with this English spy running round loose.  By the way, you’ll have to be registered?  Has my sister seen about it yet?”

I said she was attending to it.

“I want to know if she’s done it.  I’m a helpless cripple and I can’t get a thing done for me.  Have you given her your papers?  Yes, or no?”