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“ And he saluted, clicked his heels, took Lord Vyvyan's arm, and turned to go.
Again the Colonel's harsh bellow stopped him.
"You will go home alone; without—ah—His Lordship. You will not leave your room. I shall see you in the morning. Guten Abend, Herr Leutnant," he snarled and walked away.
"Now—what the hell ...?" commenced Tom, to be cut short by the Englishman's sober:
"Do what you are told. The man's your superior officer. Do what you are told," he repeated, very tensely. "Only—for God's sake!—remember your promise. Do not sell the Yankee Doodle Glory to the Germans!" ”

“ Nothing is a lark in Germany. Everything here is done for a reason, a cause, an ulterior, well-thought-out end!" Vyvyan was very serious. "Remember, Tom, a few weeks ago when I said I wanted to take you into my confidence?"
"Yes. Sure I remember." Impulsively he took the other's hand. "Say, old man, if I can help you ... Any time ..."
Vyvyan was silent. It was evident that he was going through a mental struggle. Finally he shook his head, and, as in Tom's apartment, he said half to himself: "No! It wouldn't be playin' the game. It's what a German would do. I can't. I fancy I'm a fool." ”

“ And he hailed a passing taxicab and was off in his turn, while Tom returned to his flat, thinking deeply.
The next morning, shortly after ten, Krauss announced Colonel Wedekind.
The latter was a little more friendly, a little less sharp than he had been the night before, and Tom was inclined to ascribe the whole scene to a drop too much to drink when the German suddenly said:
"Lieutenant Graves. Let's get to business. I look with great disfavor on your friendship with Lord Vyvyan. That is why I ordered you to your quarters. In the future you will cease associating with the Englishman." ”