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has no status. He is wanted as a criminal, everywhere; that is why he curried
the favor of the Nazis when they came to Paris. They would have none of him."
"So he switched to the Underground?"
"He pretended to, yes," replied Greug, "but the Maquis did not want him.
In Germany, where he went as a worker, he managed to contact the Underground
because it was feeble and poorly informed. As a Frenchman, Dolbart was
accepted; his game was to betray the German Underground to the Nazis, for a
price and the favor previously denied."
"A nice sort, this Dolbart."
"Fortunately his schemes were too slow. The turn in the tide of war made
him change his mind. Hearing the rumor regarding Friedrich, he saw his chance
to return to Paris as a hero. How poorly informed he was, can be proved by the
fact he did not know the part I really played. So he contacted the girl
instead."
"You mean Irene?"
Greug nodded. Then, bluntly he asked:
"Did you know how she happens to be in America?"
Dick shook his head.
"She is to marry the future Fuehrer," chuckled Greug. "As an American, of
European parentage, she was an excellent choice. It was a great honor for her
to become Friedrich's spouse.
"Of course that was to happen after Friedrich became you and was living
on
your fortune."
"No wonder Irene lined up with Dolbart -"
Dick caught himself before saying more. After all, as the double of
Friedrich he wasn't flattering himself by excusing Irene for wanting to murder
anybody who had a face like his. Greug must have caught the humor of the
thing,
for he laughed indulgently; then became serious.
"Irene really tried to rescue you," Greug told Dick. "If she had
succeeded, it would have helped matters. But she would never believe that I
performed the task in which she failed."
"Maybe she would," suggested Dick, "if I told her."
"She would believe you even less," said Greug, with a shake of his head.
"She, for one, is convinced that you are Friedrich. You must avoid her until
all this can be straightened. I have saved your life twice; I can hardly
guarantee to do more."
Dick nudged toward the drawn window shade.
"Can you get me out past Dolbart?"
"I think so," nodded Greug. "Yes, there is a way, which my men have
apparently avoided, rather than have Dolbart notice them. It leads through to
the annex of this hotel, as I shall show you. But you must leave New York."
"You're telling me," returned Dick. "Nothing could gladden me more."
"Good. You have a lodge in the Adirondacks. Did you mention it to Irene?"
"Never that I can remember."
"Go there, then. At once. Say nothing to anyone until I contact you
there."
When Dick Whitlock reached Grand Central after successfully slipping past
the notorious Dolbart faction, he had gained another notion. Dick had reasoned