EBERHARD AMELUNGEN
On arriving at his office close to the Duke of Wellington Hotel, Heideck found his staff extremely busy.One lieutenant was looking through the French and German newspapers for important information;another was studying the Russian and English journals.The last were few in number and not of recent date, limited to those which had been smuggled across from England by daring skippers and fishermen.There were several despatches from St.Petersburg, containing news of fresh victories in India.
The Russian army had pushed on to Lucknow without any further engagement worth mentioning having taken place since the battle of Delhi.It seemed as if the English were for the time unwilling to meet the enemy in the open field.They apparently calculated that the heat and the enormous length of their line of communication would prevent the Russians from reaching the southern provinces in sufficient strength to overcome an energetic resistance there.But Heideck no longer believed in the possibility of such a resistance, concluding from the announcement of a stream of reinforcements arriving through the Khyber Pass that all the Russian losses would be speedily made up.In his opinion, practically the only thing left for the English was to embark the remnants of their army at Calcutta, Madras, and Bombay, and to get a portion at least of their beaten forces safely out of India.
While he was in his office, despatches were continually arriving from Wilhelmshaven, Kiel, Brest, and Cherbourg.The intelligence department of the entire north coast was under Heideck's control.
Except for isolated naval engagements, the strategic position had, on the whole, remained unaltered for months.Both sides hesitated to risk a decisive battle.The English fleets did not venture to attack the enemy's harbours; the combined squadrons of the continental Powers seemed no more inclined to try their fortune on the open sea.Each was endeavouring to get in touch with the other, waiting for the favourable moment when his adversary's weakness might offer the prospect of successful action.
"The risks these dwellers on the coast run are astonishing," said one of Heideck's staff."They cross the Channel in their fishing-boats and slip by the warships.The man who brought the last English papers told me that he passed close by them to give the impression that there was nothing wrong.It needed considerable courage to risk that.""But the enemy's spies are equally efficient.Yesterday, more by accident than any merit of my own, I caught a herring fisher in the mouth of the Schelde who was in English pay; I think I have hit on an apparently important clue, which I intend to follow up in Antwerp, after reporting myself to the Chancellor.""He is no longer in Flushing.He has left for Antwerp with the Minister for War and the chief of the General Staff; I am told he has matters of importance to arrange with the chief of the French General Staff.""Have you heard anything more definite as to the nature of these matters?""Only that the question of further mobilisation is to be discussed.
Apparently, however, the six army corps, which we now have on a war footing, are thought to be enough on our side.We are not waging war by land; why then should the burden of a further mobilisation be imposed upon the people?""Certainly, the sacrifices entailed by this war are enormous without that; trade and industry are completely ruined.""The only gainer by this universal conflagration is America.Since the war broke out, the United States has supplied England with everything she used to get from the Continent.""Well, it will all come right in the end.Now, as there seems nothing urgent for me to do here, it is time I went to Antwerp.".......
Eberhard Amelungen was unable to conceal his confusion, when an officer in the uniform of the Prussian General Staff appeared at the door of his private office.
Amelungen was a man about sixty years of age, a typical specimen of a substantial, respectable merchant.
"I am somewhat surprised, sir," he said in measured tones."What can I do for you?"Heideck introduced himself, and without wasting words told him the reason of his visit.
"I have reason to believe, Herr Amelungen, that you hold in your hands some, if not all, of the chief meshes of a widespread net of espionage.And I think it would be to your interest to tell me the whole truth of your own accord.We know so much already that presumably it will be of little use to you to have recourse to lies."Amelungen played with his penholder, but his hands trembled visibly, and words failed him.His face had turned ashy pale, and Heideck could not help feeling sorry for him.
"I regret that my duty obliges me to proceed against you," he continued."I can easily understand your motives.You are a Netherlander and a patriot, and, as perhaps you do not quite understand the political situation, the occupation of your country by a foreign power appears to you an act of violence, which fills you with anger and hatred against us.Therefore I think I may promise you that you will be treated as leniently as possible, if you make my task easy by an open confession."Eberhard Amelungen shook his head.
"I know nothing of what you charge me with," he said feebly."You have the power, and can do as you please with me.But I have nothing to confess.""Not if I tell you that my information comes from the mouth of your own son?"The merchant stared at the speaker with wide-open eyes full of anxiety.
"From the mouth of my own son? But--I have no son.""Then M.Camille Penurot also was lying when he said you were his father?""For God's sake be merciful! Don't torture me! What is the matter with Camille? Where is he?""He has been caught spying.What will happen to him depends on your own behaviour."Eberhard Amelungen sank back in his stool in a state of collapse.
