The Spy in Black

The Spy in Black

By J. Storer Clouston.

Table of Contents

1. Titlepage
2. Imprint
3. Part I: The Narrative of Lieutenant von Belke (Of the German Navy)
   1. I: The Landing
   2. II: Night in the Ruined House
   3. III: Behind the Wall
   4. IV: The Nails
   5. V: Waiting
4. Part II: A Few Chapters by the Editor
   1. I: The Pleasant Stranger
   2. II: The Chauffeur
   3. III: On the Cliff
   4. IV: Mr. Drummond’s Visitor
   5. V: On the Mail Boat
   6. VI: The Vanishing Governess
5. Part III: Lieutenant von Belke’s Narrative Resumed
   1. I: The Meeting
   2. II: Tiel’s Story
   3. III: The Plan
   4. IV: What Happened on Sunday
   5. V: A Mysterious Adventure
   6. VI: The Visitor
   7. VII: At Night
   8. VIII: The Decision
   9. IX: On the Shore
6. Part IV: Lieutenant von Belke’s Narrative Concluded
   1. I: Wednesday
   2. II: Thursday
   3. III: Thursday Night
   4. IV: Friday
7. Part V: A Few Concluding Chapters by the Editor
   1. I: Tiel’s Journey
   2. II: The Lady
   3. III: The Empty Envelope
8. Colophon
9. Uncopyright

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Part I

The Narrative of Lieutenant von Belke (Of the German Navy)

I

The Landing

If anyone had been watching the bay that August night (which, fortunately for us, there was not), they would have seen up till an hour after midnight as lonely and peaceful a scene as if it had been some inlet in Greenland. The war might have been waging on another planet. The segment of a waning moon was just rising, but the sky was covered with clouds, except right overhead where a bevy of stars twinkled, and it was a dim though not a dark night. The sea was as flat and calm as you can ever get on an Atlantic coast⁠—a glassy surface, but always a gentle regular bursting of foam upon the beach. In a semicircle the shore rose black, towering at either horn (and especially on the south) into high dark cliffs.

I suppose a bird or two may have been crying then as they were a little later, but there was not a light nor a sign of anything human being within a hundred miles. If one of the Vikings who used to live in those islands had revisited that particular glimpse of the moon, he could never have guessed that his old haunts had altered a tittle. But if he had waited a while he would have rubbed his eyes and wondered. Right between the headlands he would have seen it dimly:⁠—a great thing that was not a fish rising out of the calm water, and then very stealthily creeping in and in towards the southern shore.

When we were fairly on the surface I came on deck and gazed over the dark waters to the darker shore, with⁠—I don’t mind confessing it now⁠—a rather curious sensation. To tell the truth, I was a little nervous, but I think I showed no sign of it to Wiedermann.

“You have thought of everything you can possibly need?” he asked in a low voice.

“Everything, sir, I think,” I answered confidently.

“No need to give you tips!” he said with a laugh.

I felt flattered⁠—but still my heart was beating just a little faster than usual!

In we crept closer and closer, with the gentlest pulsation of our engines that could not have been heard above the lapping of the waves on the pebbles. An invisible gull or two wheeled and cried above us, but otherwise there was an almost too perfect stillness. I could not help an uncomfortable suspicion that someone was watching. Someone would soon be giving the alarm, someone would presently be playing the devil with my schemes. It was sheer nonsense, but then I had never played the spy before⁠—at least, not in wartime.

Along the middle of the bay ran a beach of sand and pebbles, with dunes and grass links above, but at the southern end the water was deep close inshore, and there were several convenient ledges of rock between the end of this beach and the beginning of the cliffs. The submarine came in as close as she dared, and then, without an instant’s delay, the boat was launched. Wiedermann, myself, two sailors, and the motor-bicycle just managed to squeeze in, and we cautiously pulled for the ledges.

The tide was just right (we had thought of everything, I must say that), and after a minute or two’s groping along the rocks, we found a capital landing. Wiedermann and I jumped ashore as easily as if it had been a quay, and my bicycle should have been landed without a hitch. How it happened I know not, but just