The Midnight Visitor (part 1)
Ausable did not fit any description of a secret agent Fowler had ever read. Following him down the musty corridor of the gloomy French restaurant where Ausable had a room, Fowler felt let down. It was a small room, on the sixth and top floor, and scarcely a setting for a romantic adventure.
Ausable was, for one thing, fat. Very fat. And then there was his accent. Though he spoke French and German passably, he had never altogether lost the American accent he had brought to Paris from Boston 20 years ago.
"You are disappointed,"Ausable said wheezily over his shoulder."You were told that I was a secret agent , a spy ,dealing in espionage and danger. You wished to meet me because you are a writer ,young and romantic. You envisioned mysterious figures in the night, the crack of pistols, drugs in the wine."
"Instead, you have spent a dull evening in a French music hall with a sloppy fat man who, instead of having messages slipped into his hand by dark -eyed beauties, gets only a prosaic telephone call making an appointment in his room. You have been bored!" The fat man chuckled to himself as he unlocked the door of his room and stood aside to let his frustrated guest enter.
"You are disillusioned," Ausable told him. "But take cheer, my young friend. Presently you will see a paper, a quite important paper for which several men and women have risked their lives, come to me. Someday soon that paper main will affect the course of history. In that thought is drama, is there not?"
As he spoke, Ausable closed the door behind him.Then he switched on the light.
And as the light came on, Fowler had his first authentic thrill of the day. For halfway across the room, a small automatic pistol in hand, stood a man.
Ausable blinked a few times.
"Max," he wheezed, "you gave me quite a start. I thought you were in Berlin. What are you doing here in my room?"
Quiz time
How do you think Max got into the room?
Comment what you think.
Answer in next part.😁
Ausable was, for one thing, fat. Very fat. And then there was his accent. Though he spoke French and German passably, he had never altogether lost the American accent he had brought to Paris from Boston 20 years ago.
"You are disappointed,"Ausable said wheezily over his shoulder."You were told that I was a secret agent , a spy ,dealing in espionage and danger. You wished to meet me because you are a writer ,young and romantic. You envisioned mysterious figures in the night, the crack of pistols, drugs in the wine."
"Instead, you have spent a dull evening in a French music hall with a sloppy fat man who, instead of having messages slipped into his hand by dark -eyed beauties, gets only a prosaic telephone call making an appointment in his room. You have been bored!" The fat man chuckled to himself as he unlocked the door of his room and stood aside to let his frustrated guest enter.
"You are disillusioned," Ausable told him. "But take cheer, my young friend. Presently you will see a paper, a quite important paper for which several men and women have risked their lives, come to me. Someday soon that paper main will affect the course of history. In that thought is drama, is there not?"
As he spoke, Ausable closed the door behind him.Then he switched on the light.
And as the light came on, Fowler had his first authentic thrill of the day. For halfway across the room, a small automatic pistol in hand, stood a man.
Ausable blinked a few times.
"Max," he wheezed, "you gave me quite a start. I thought you were in Berlin. What are you doing here in my room?"
Quiz time
How do you think Max got into the room?
Comment what you think.
Answer in next part.😁