Page 92 - A Hero of Liége

"Another lemon squash."

When the waiter had gone, Granger said:

"I must have that fellow arrested."

"What on earth for?" asked Pariset.

"And what are you driving at, with your County Kerries and your Lady

Barbaras?" said Kenneth.

"The waiter has been hovering round a little more closely than the most

officious gargon need do. You didn't notice him, perhaps? He speaks pretty
good French, with a strong Belgian accent. Did you see what happened

when I called him?"

"What was it?" asked Kenneth.

"I put something of the parade ground tone into my voice, and the fellow

brought his heels together in the correct German style. One could almost
hear the click. Well greased as his hair is, you can see it trying to rise en
brosse, and I caught him just now twirling an invisible moustache."

"A spy?"

"Unless my instinct and my judgment are equally at fault. But here he
comes; don't be surprised if I break off into irrelevancies; answer in kind."

The waiter placed the glass on the table, and withdrew, to attend to a man at

the next table.

"As I was saying," Granger went on, "Hellwig is here, in what shape I don't

know, but I hope to catch him yet. Your friend Finkelstein, by the way, has
been arrested in Cologne and thrown into prison."

"Good heavens! Not through me, I hope," said Kenneth.