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Chapter 29 An Imperial Fanatic
Chapter 29 An Imperial FanaticI was now to face Wilhelm II. It was solely for this purpose that I had come to Berlin. But I knew the great advantage of getting myself vouched for in advance by a third party, and therefore I had been anxious to convince Finkelstein of my identity in the first place, so that his master might accept me without inquiry as to whether I was the man I claimed to be. I dined quietly in my hotel, a small tavern in a back street. It was getting late, and I was on the point of going to bed, when I heard the noise of a motor rushing up and stopping suddenly outside the little inn. An aide-de-camp burst in upon me. “Your name, sir?” he demanded in a whisper. “Petrovitch,” I replied in the same tone. “Come this way, if you please.” In less than a minute
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