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L.P.M. : the end of the Great War

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him had she given him only one eye and frankly placed it in the middle of his receding forehead. His small blonde moustache did not cover his rabbit mouth, which was so filled with teeth that he could with difficulty close his lips. "What has brought you to London, Schmidt? Aren't you afraid that these Englishmen will capture you and shoot you as a spy?" "Sh! Not quite so loud please, Mr. Edestone; these English are such fools. They think that because a man has a German name he must be a fighting German, when you know that I am a perfectly good naturalized American citizen. My passport is made out in the name of Schmidt, and that's my name all right, but I call myself Smith over here to keep from rubbing these fellows the wrong way." "Well, Mr. 'Smith,' you have not told me what you are doing in London." "I have been sent over by a New York architectural paper to make a report upon the condition of the cathedral at Rheims. I stopped over in London to get my papers vised by the Royal Institute of Architects." Then, lowering his voice, and keeping his eyes on a policeman who was apparently watching them with interest: "I am sorry to see you here, Mr. Edestone. This is no place for us Americans, and my advice to you is to get out of here as soon as you can, and don't
The Diwan of Abu\'l-Ala

The Wisdom of the East Series Edited by L. CRANMER-BYNG Dr. S. A. KAPADIA THE DIWAN OF ABU'L-ALA By HENRY BAERLEIN Author of "In Pursuit of Dulcinea," "The Shade of the Balkans," "Yrivand," etc. The stars have sunk from the celestial bowers, And in the garden have been turned to flowers. MUTAMID, _in captivity_. Second Edition
come back again until the war is over." Edestone felt that he would have said more but they were interrupted by the policeman who said: "Excuse me, gentlemen, but these be war times, and me ordhers are to keep the Imbankment moving." CHAPTER V ECHOES FROM THE WILHELMSTRASSE After leaving the War Offices, Rebener went directly to the nearest public telephone. "Hello, Karlbeck," he called, after satisfying himself by mumbling a jumble of unintelligible words and numbers that he had the man he wanted on the wire. "Is Smith there? What? Thames Embankment? What did you say is the number of that officer? Oh, my old butler, Pat! That's all right. Now listen; if I should miss Smith and he comes in, tell him to call me at my hotel at once. I have made an engagement for dinner with our man for eight o'clock tonight, but you and H. R. H. need not be at my rooms until half-past eight. You understand, eh? Good-bye."